5 More Minutes

When the boys were little, "5 more minutes" was their mantra.  Please Mom...just 5 more minutes.  Five more minutes to watch the end of a cartoon before bed time.  Five more minutes in the bathtub with bubbles spilling out on the floor and pruned little fingers trying to catch them.  As they got older, the requests got less frequent.  In fact, it's probably been several years since they've asked for more time.  

Today, we got to spent a rare few hours together, just me and the boys.  We started at Mens Warehouse, taking their tuxedos for a test drive to make sure they fit to perfection.  

Once we bagged them back up, we took off to Dave and Busters for dinner and a few games.  We played trivia, shot hoops and competed for tickets.  We even raced cars!

As we wandered through the shop for the third time, picking out trinkets for our upcoming trip to Blue Ridge, Hunter looked at his watch and told me it was time for us to get home.  At that moment, I only had one response....Please, just 5 more minutes.