


The girls have spent the past two afternoons joyfully running through the backyard, turning over rocks and poking bugs with sticks. It’s a small space, but it’s all theirs, and they seem to understand the significance of this truth.
I’ve been chatting with neighbors over the fence, and I enjoy the proximity. I keep thinking about the generations who lived in our home before us, chatting with their neighbors over the fence. Our home has been lived in, and I look forward to the years we will add to its history.
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The cat is enjoying herself too. |