Ode to summer.

When you were little, was there one house in the neighborhood where all the kids gathered? One house where your parents would likely call when it was time for dinner, one house where everyone felt welcome? I think my house is that house. Right now, 4 boys of varying ages are trading Pokemon cards, playing Monopoly, playing various ball games, snacking, rolling on the couch. Did I mention lemonade and cookies? You get the picture. I am that house. I'm not complaining. I'm blessed to have them all here and I know it. But I do wonder. We don't have the biggest yard, or the best or most toys, a pool, or even a pool table. The Monopoly board game mentioned above is an old version from my childhood. It has wooden houses and hotels and it was old when I was young. There must be an undefinable something. It reminds me that I love summer, having the kids home, having all their friends here.

Birthday yarn crawl.

Tabula Rasa.

Hello world!