season change, clothing change

It is happening.  The weather change.  With it, comes the dreaded clothing change.  My basketball short wearing, almost-7-year-old, always fusses like mad when it is "pants season."

Instead of fighting with him about it, I said, "go outside and then decided what YOU want to wear."

He comes back in, puts on his pants "I guess I hafta wear em' but I don't hafta like em'"

I smirk, he gets annoyed.  

"See you later best brother" paired with a fist bump.

My mama heart explodes.  Some days they bug the crazies out of each other, but the mornings.  Oh, they are sweet, and fresh, and best brothers.  

He struggles with the zipper of his jacket, then gets his backpack on, and off we go.

Our moon lit, morning walk to the bus stop, just him and I, are a highlight of my day.  He makes plans, he gives me a hug and a kiss, and I melt.