I came home the other evening to see the sun streaming through our willow tree on one of our pleasant days. (We’ve had quite the mild winter.) I snapped a picture with my phone, and it’s a good thing because the sun had gone down behind the hill before I could walk out with my “real” camera. Our house is finally mostly painted, and I love the gray.
The boys have spent some time almost every day riding that dirt bike all around the house and up our little hill and down our driveway. Can you see my gray hairs? They should be visible from where you are. And please don’t look closely at my lawn. It’s now a dirt bike trail.
I have another funny story to share about Leif and Life of Fred. (Honestly, I could give you one of these almost every day!)
He begged me to "look inside" the book and go straight to the first line, which he read aloud:
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.
"Yeah, Fred [from Life of Fred] was wondering if he had to get married because he had more than $5,000. That's not something you want to hear when you are only six years old."
I asked him if it was something an eight year old wanted to hear.
"I don't have a fortune. I only have about $20, and that's rounded up."
A couple days later, the book arrived on our doorstep. So, naturally, he picked it up and started reading. An eight year old boy reading Pride and Prejudice, on the couch full of laundry, wearing Minecraft pajamas, snacking on pretzels.
Folks, welcome to my house. [grin]