Building this house has made me think of the joy of the creator. Did God smile when he saw the first man observe his first sunrise?
Yesterday evening I looked out over our front yard—now just scraped dirt with ditches left by the sprinkler installers. In a lush meadow, across the way, a doe watched her twin fawns play—a version of tag-you’re-it and ring-around-the-roses.
Couldn’t help but wonder—in a couple of years, will one of those fawns bring her own offspring to romp in our beautiful yard?
I’m still smiling.