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The Happiest Place on Earth

I'll let you in on a little secret: the happiest place on earth is NOT Disneyland.  When the booing and hissing subsides, I'll tell you what is the happiest place.  Wait for it.  Waaaait for it...Okay.  It's this place we affectionately call the "broken down house."  It might be a similar place for you.  Basically, it's the outdoors with no traffic, no screens, no play structures except those that occur naturally - you know, like trees and mud puddles.  It's magical. 

We are going to live in this magical place soon and I hope the fascination and excitement stays with us long after the newness wears off.  The boys are free to dig, cut, climb, build, and imagine all sorts of creative schemes.  They've dug oceans, built spaceships, made monster truck tracks, and become very efficient loggers (with handsaws) since we started visiting this property. 

They aren't the only one with imaginations at full tilt either.  Ross has his visions for the property, and I see space for growing all variety of plants, trees, and hopefully a few animals as well.  We love it. 

Nothing gets the boys in a good mood and ready for a day as fast as mentioning a trip to the broken down house.  And everyday we get the question: is today a burn day?  Because if you add fire into the equation, does it really get any better?  Man stuff. 

I will leave you with the face of a little boy who heard that today is in fact a burn day!




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