Helen

On a happiness-high,

20 years into this marriage-thing.

Rachel

It used to be a regular sight to see Max and Otto playing with these trucks, but the trucks have been boxed up for four years or so, sitting in the basement, awaiting future orders. I took them out to Indiana, wondering if they might be rediscovered there, and that was exactly what happened this afternoon. The boys pulled them out and cleaned them all. They made cement. They dug in the mulch. Max remarked with a bit of surprise that it was still so fun to play with them. I am astonished to realize that I look at this photo and clearly see my 6 and 3 year old playing right inside my 11 and 8 year old, with so many of the same expressions, gestures and feelings. The hair is longer, and the legs are too, but the intentions are so much the same.

Shannon

So much of this journey is about creating a space for each of us to seek out and find our passion. The places that inspire and ignite our spirits. For this boy that is often found in places like this. “Sorry mom but this is my home now. I am moving in to this tree.” These are the moments I am grateful to be witness to.

Tabitha

Seen today at the annual Nanaimo model railroading show.  At one time we called Cameron our little trainman. Not so little anymore, but still our trainman.

Kelly

 This week Cooper wanted to earn some extra money. His allowance was long spent and he desperately wanted to pre order a PC game. He tried various household jobs I offered him; emptying the dishwasher, vacuuming. He did these tasks half heartedly, finding them tedious, and eventually abandoning them. Today, he helped his Dad stack wood and discovered a job he truly enjoys. He worked for 2 hours stacking and lifting, all the while chatting away happily. The game is ordered, with a little left over for the next wish, and a very happy little man is still basking in a glow of personal satisfaction.