My boys. Golden, swarthy, and chestnut. Three different eye colors, three different personalities. They are pixies and pirates, sunlight and wolves. They tumble and snuggle and fly into me. How am I so lucky to sojourn with these three? To be their muse and their captain and their alpha? I take it for granted every day, and then cry for missing it all as they sleep. They are begging for me now. Another moment to harness their dust as I finish my typing. They’ll melt your heart and never give it back.