summer.ing

he planted a handful of seeds that grew into a young tree when he was a boy. my love. then they moved and brought the tree with them to their then new house. it grew as he grew. strong and sturdy. the boy - my love, married me 21 years ago. we had 4 kiddos. then he started building a treehouse in the tree that was his, for them. his young ones growing and learning like him. how to use a saw. a hammer. a nail. how to cherish and be creative. this summer, my love made some stick whistles from fallen sticks from his tree. the adventure continues. love madly.

cousins!