June. It’s finally summer, and our days are filled with greasy sunscreened, gritty, sweaty, dirty fun. When my kids aren’t in front of a video game or playing soccer (which to be honest has sorta taken over our lives), they are here in the back yard; the playground. A few years ago we were in desperate need of something bigger in the yard for our kids to play on. It was time to graduate from the plastic playhouse to something the older kids could use. A friend of a friend had this playground in good condition that she was giving away. Umm, score! It was disassembled, reassembled, cleaned, screws tightened, and sand box filled. It wasn’t perfect, but it was perfect for us. Fast forward a few years and like a favorite stuffed animal, it is showing serious signs of wear and love. Over the winter the canopy over the “clubhouse” fell off, the stain on the wood is wearing, and it has a definite sway when the kids are swinging high enough to touch the clouds. It is almost time to retire it. My oldest rarely uses it except to play catch from the highest point or to kick a soccer ball over it. But the girl and the middle haven’t quite gotten to that point….and as long as they still use it and until it actually falls to the ground, I think we’ll keep it. Memories have been made here. Bodies and muscles have grown here. Scratches and bruises and car races and sand castles and stories have happened here. Moments. Moments my children will remember from their childhood. And I am so blessed to have been able to document these moments.