There is comfort in living in the same house for much of your life. Right now I'm raising my family in the house where I lived between ages 6 and 16 years old, and returned home from college and visited on vacations between 20 and 30 years old, and have lived here myself since I was 31 years old.
Yesterday Charlotte was learning to rollerblade... I learned to rollerskate on the same cement pad where she was rollerblading...
Today my dad is over, helping fix some things around here. Football is on... NC State versus Clemson. Kids are playing. My youngest grabs hold of his leg and sits on his foot as he walks around the house. "Where's Gwen? I can't find her!" Giggles... "I'm down here, on your foot!"
He sits down to watch the game after awhile. "Granddaddy, play hide and seek, come find me!" "No, sorry, I need to keep an eye on the game for your dad. But don't come sit next to me on the couch... don't do it." Laughter as she runs for the couch. "Oh no, I said no, don't sit here!" More giggles, then more tickling, and more silliness.