I think I could . . .

The other day, I was outside swinging Jaxon in his swing that is attached to the old, run-down, piece of "tree house" that we got from the front of the Prayer House when they were remodeling. You know, that piece of wood thing that was falling apart before we got it & it held a swing and all of our kids got splinters on? Yep, that thing.

So, I'm swinging Jaxon back and forth, back and forth and the rickety wood is also going back and forth, back and forth. Then, I had this idea. I wish I could build my kids a tree house -- and I don't mean hire someone else to do it. I mean, build it with my sweat and tears. I mean, me with the tape measure & the saw. I mean, hammer in hand swinging away. I'm talking trap doors & stairs & a look-out & a place where you can run around the outside of the whole tree house, kind of like a balcony. It would have swings below and a slider pole for quick escapes. I mean, the coolest tree house that ever was built!

Oh how I wish I had the skills. . . or the time. . . or the tools . . . or the money. . . or whatever I would need to do all of that.