When I married Cheri last April (yes, it's already been more than a year!) I got three additional "kids" and two grandsons as part of the deal. The grandsons, Nate and Jake, live somewhere in Indiana in a house with a large lot, the permimiter of which is wooded with undergrowth and trees. Trees. Grandsons. As if in a black and white dream the vision came to me -- treehouse!
And then, with a few posts and sticks, the clearing of a little brush, the vision itself became clearer. Others caught the vision and became excited. Yes, by George! A treehouse!
We came, and we saw. We put the hammer down. We drilled, and leveled, and fastened. And slowly, measure by measure, the dream took shape.
It was a family effort, working together, sharing a vision, sharing a dream, getting closer to each other and closer to heaven all the while.
X marks the spot for a break.
The picture above shows Nate and Jake up in the "crow's nest" of their new tree house, a little closer to heaven. The picture below shows my daughter, Jessica, about age 3, up in a tree house we built together about 22 years ago out of old packing crates and scrap wood. A scrappier and more modest effort, perhaps, but overall the same idea and the same result. Spending quality time and working together to get a little closer to heaven.
