Last Saturday Randy made the perfect fort; it took over our whole front room. The boys loved it.
When did we lose our ability to use our imagination and have a ball with a bunch of blankets, some chairs and a few flash lights? I have great memories of my mom building me forts under the kitchen table. I can still see the flowers on the sheets that she used for the walls. I can still remember the pages of the coloring book that I would take in my fort - bozo the clown.
There's a small time line when our kids want to play with us. I am not looking forward to the day when Griffin goes to his room and shuts his door to keep me out. Its closer than I want to imagine; till then I will cherish the days and nights that I get to hang with them, talk with them and just make them giggle. Because soon they will be rolling their eyes at me.
2 comments:
I think the day I stopped getting excited about forts was the day I realized that it was painful to try and squat down for that long. Standing up was even harder... when did I get old??
Rolling of the eyes is coming faster than you know it. My darling 9 year old is the best...I think she it from me. HEHE
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