Over the years of blogging I'll occasionally do "Velveteen House" posts, a play off the classic childrens book Velveteen Rabbit with it's classic nursery room dialogue of "what is real" - here's a bit:
"...You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
... Well our home has been well-loved, lived in, and worn. Lots of wonderful memories bounce from our velveteen house walls. Click here if you want to link to my last Velveteen House post that has links to the older posts.
It happened again. Monte and me came home to the kitchen counters and sink full of young adult cooking adventures. Dawson and friends made poppy seed bread that didn't hold together and they evidently had eaten out the centers, and then chocolate chip shortbread that didn't quite work either. Being a weekend, they were up at our home, escaping from college life for a bit, and spent the night. The next morning when I came down, the kitchen was clean and the evidence gone.
The new adventure, adding more home memories, is the grandkids. Travis sent this picture of Emery's first try at their kitchen cabinets. I gave them my old kitchen cabinet child locks which they'll now have to install. So far, when Heather, Bill, and Will were staying here in June, I'd just done rubberbands across knobs and cardboard tacked across openings ... and chairs in front of things ... and cushions ...