Ella's House

Watching one of my younger daughters run around the other afternoon something occurred to me. When Ella talks about "my house daddy" she means something bigger then the structure itself. She is talking about her home, her family, her young life. She doesn't see the drafty old windows, or the broken fence, or the sun faded deck. She seems a home that is filled with love and more often then not a little chaos. She sees things from a smaller point of view then her mother or myself, and yet her view seems bigger to me. She hasn't had the mind narrowing experiences of a lifetime like we have. In her mind it's simple, their my family I love them and they love and take care of me. I only wish that it could stay that way for her when she talks about "my house daddy."