Ever since I was a little girl I have entertained lasting dreams of playhouses.
Therefore, it only seemed fitting that my daughters should have a little cedar house tucked under the corners of the trees, for moments and days of imagining and playing.
With sleeping lofts crammed with pillows, blankets and favorite things.
A step ladder for singing or resting, when not needed for climbing above, of course.
And a gently creaking swing on the front porch perfect to share with a sister.
My dreams have come full circle.
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