These boys.
My boys.
Ten and twelve years old.
Best friends.
(Most of the time.)
Play together.
Ride together.
Argue together.

Lately there has been a lot more arguing than playing between these boys. It was a hectic morning of swim lessons then rushing home to load horses and drive out to help the cowboys. A lot of bickering during that rushing around.

Then we climbed on our horses and spread out looking for cattle. Within moments these two were paired off, happily talking and laughing together.

Playing and laughing and riding. So much better than arguing and bickering and fighting. I’m thankful for these small, yet magical, moments.