after our garage sale a couple weeks ago, our basement took a deep breath & relaxed, finally feeling spacious enough for kid-play. i think it even smiled a little.
when leif & i went down to play a few days later, my ring finger in his hand all the way down the stairs, we found a hundred-odd t-shirt bags from one of andy’s shipments in a heap, ready for the garbage.
the kids played, happily!, together! for the entire morning with their not-a-toys. rain showers. boxing gloves. wrestling matches.
which makes me think: maybe not everything we’re told & have come to believe is exactly the truth.
i don’t know. i’m open for suggestions.