My 6-year-old daughter, Nayla, looked up at me with large, brown eyes. “Mama, I hope we never move. I love our house!” Then she wrapped her small arms around my waist and gave me a heart-felt squeeze. I looked down at her, amazed. “What, exactly, do you you love so much about our house?” “I love our play room where we play and do school. And I love our yard where we ride our scooters. I hope we stay here […]
Continue ReadingOur Old House: Finding Something to Love in Something Unlovely
