You sweet little boys. You are much too young to know about the horrible events that happened last Friday, and for that I am grateful. You don't know hate. You don't know sorrow. You haven't experienced loss. I want so badly to shield you from anything that could ever hurt you, and it breaks my heart to know that I can't. I see so much life and love in your eyes. You are so full of wonder and excitement. Some days I get frustrated and long for the days when I can send you to school, but mostly I just wish I could freeze you as you are and never let you go. I get scared sometimes that I am failing you. Am I teaching you to be kind? Am I teaching you to respect your elders? Am I being a good example? Are my words sometimes too harsh? I know I'm not a perfect mother, but I love you more than I ever thought possible. Your smiles and laughter brighten my days. When you're happy, I'm happy. I love to see you succeed, and try new things. I hope you can somehow know how much you mean to me, and how much I love you. You are my world.