As you may recall, I used to have a treehouse. It was a "tree" house, I suppose, more like a tiny-one-room-house-that-you-couldn't-stand-up-straight-in-on-stilts. Still, it was my treehouse and of all the things we left behind when we moved this thing might have been at the top of the list.
I figured it would be years before I had another treehouse. But, as Erin would have it, I didn't have to wait too long.
For my 30th birthday she surprised me.
All my best little friends.
Some of the good folks who made it possible.
Treehouse wind chimes.