A yard swing becomes a focal point for a new family to meet neighbors, find playmates for their kids, and get over that awkward phase.
I hope my son remembers these moving boxes, the packing, the tears and the excitement of new adventures. It’s one more step toward adulthood.
My son doesn’t have memories of dad spitting fire and venom. He has memories of a dad taking a breath, a knee, and a moment to listen.
Those who keep repeating the same thing to us are probably right: moving is not going to get easier when the kids are older.
Up on the roof, dad gains new perspective. He learns to savor the highs and never lose sight of the big picture of family life.