This blog is about boys.
The young men that I have on my team this week at camp are pretty much the coolest peeps I've ever seen. I love em. They are completely wild and rough with each other and they are bold and adventurous. They remind me of Peter Pan's lost boys. I want my boys to be like them someday if I'm blessed with kids. I honestly adore my 11 gentlemen. This week I have learned about different types of love. My boys respond well to words. Me being proud of the little things encourages them to do more. Repeatedly they will yell for my attention so that I can watch them do something random. I love these boys.
A few days ago we were jumping on a bounce house. I figured jumping with 12-14 year old boys would be no big deal…. Then I got hit in the eye. The boys proceeded to surround me and make sure I'm okay and then they attacked the kid who hit me on accident. They are so protective! It is built into them to be these strong rough warriors but they are hungry for affirmation and they are so protective over me.
I've been asked to Tango, had archery targets hit in my honor, received more high 5s in a day than I can count, been kissed on both cheeks, and had arms wrapped around me and called a sister. I get winked at on a daily basis, had my cheeks pinched, been told I have a special smile, and been asked an obnoxious amount of times if I have a boyfriend.
I never thought that I would find 10 little Albanian brothers on this trip. I'm gonna miss my precious lost boys.
