I wonder how many tents in the family room our boys constructed over the years?  Sometimes, they used nearly a dozen blankets to make a warren of tunnels and tents.  Thanks for the memories ~

Caleb (my 2yr old) has been bringing me dandelions with no stems on them all week.  I always make a big deal out of it with lots of hugs.  And a kiss. 

Simple things are the best things, and the best way of life.

I think imagination is a very huge part about growing up!!!  I have been known to put Lilly in front of the television from time to time while I clean up (if I didn't, she would get out what I was putting away over and over...) but she loves the outdoors.  My dad said just yesterday that when she woke up the first thing she asked was, "I wanna go outside Pop-Pop?  I wanna dig in the dirt!!" (She has a child size spade and rake). She plays very well with only herself and she plays well with others too.  Her cars "talk" to one another and Rocket flys through the air to another mission using her hands and mind.  She make conversations between her toys to one another....  I'm was dreamer. Heck, I still am.  So I think it's rubbed off on her somewhat.  Thank goodness.  I can't begin to imagine (hahah) what my life would be like if I didn't have an Imagination as a child or even as now!

Great post!

You are on my mind! Love your post. Willing to go out of my comfort zone to tell you what I think. :)

Excited for October!

Moogie

That was a very good and thought provoking quote you posted.  I like it very much and find it's words to ring true in my own ears.  I am particularly touched by the insight on comparison being the problem, not familarity.  How often are we dissatisfied because we compare?  How much are we taught and programed from our own culture/society to compare?  There's always bigger, better, more efficient, faster, smaller, prettier...but that absolutely detracts from enjoying the beauty of an old woman's wrinkled face, or of the simple wonder of a grasshopper.  Yes, I like very much your post.

Not to mention the gorgeous photo of your children in their fort.  Those are lovely memories to have and to make.  And your kids always seems so pleasantly unaware of your taking their photos.  How do you manage that?!

"how to take blankets and throw them over tables and chairs to make tents"

you have captured my childlike heart in this one statement.

I can still see, in my minds eye, the quilts my grandmother made

draped over dinning room chairs. I remember how it felt to be so far away in

a house of eight children, alone in my own private quarters.

be well, *~matthew~*

Ah.     I do remember.   colorland and all its wonder.  dream worlds for dolls created from books and boxes.  yarn formed creatures with little voices to befriend us.  imaginations in their prime years were spent laughing and loving and I have not forgotten...  how could I forget the hours spent with you, my sister?  how rich we were.  how truly rich. 

I love you. 

always.

our family's shorts are in a bunch over your blog :)
  my mom says she loves you ;)
and we all (of course) miss your very stimulating company.