Brothers.

Last week when daddy took Danny to work with him for a few hours, Morgan cried and cried. At first I thought he was crying because he wanted to go too, but it wasn't until I realized he was saying 'Bring danny back!' that I understood the situation.

I'm beginning to see brotherhood emerging a little more each day. And I cannot express how endearing and sweet it is for me to see. I'm so thankful that Heavenly Father saw fit for me to be a mother of boys; and more specifically, these boys.

Every night when we climb into bed together, Mr. Keller and I talk about our day, and about funny things our children have said and done. Our last words for the night are often of how tender and sweet our feelings are as parents, and how we can't believe we're so blessed.

We are so blessed.