Days of Magic and Wonder

Some of my fondest memories growing up are the time I spent working with my father. He often tells stories of my laying bricks or painting window splashes at three years old. And he always ends his stories with the same coda (said with a smile): “It only took a little longer when you helped.”

My children are also eager to help me work (Juniper is getting to be quite a good painter) and this weekend Henry and I planted a tree up in the North Star Suite’s garden. We worked hard all morning (stopping once for a coffee break with grandpa) and by noon we had the tree in the ground.

Dad is right of course, it does take a little longer with help, but reliving those memories from the other side is absolutely magical!