The little ones adore the biggest one.
The biggest one loves the littles ones well (except when they ruin his Lego creations.)
They wrestle, they bicker, they tickle, they fight, they laugh, then they make me laugh.
When their Papa was young, he built this go-cart with his dad, and now it belongs to these three boys.
They ride fast up and down our dirt road and the littlest one's head bops up and down while the oldest holds him tight with his long, big brother arm.
They ride fast and this Mama sits on the front porch and watches as they grow up and make memories as brothers.