Bursts of uncontrollable laughter come through the wall of our home office, which is right beside the family room. I stop what I’m working on, get up from my desk, and follow the noise. The kids are playing “Super Mario Bros.” on the Wii, taking turns running their characters around the screen.
It is early April, a Wednesday afternoon. Scattered throughout the room are our four children. However, children they are not, as they range in age from 17 to 21 years old -- definitely young adults. To hear and see them having fun playing a nostalgic video game warms my heart. I continue my work, content.
Soon the laughter dies down as they go back to their tasks. Earlier in the week, our oldest started tearing down a 14- by-10 foot wall-to-wall loft in his old bedroom, which was a creation my husband had built for him. Our son had slept on it for years until graduating from high school and moving to college. He was helping one of his younger sisters re-create the space as her new bedroom. She could hardly wait.
It is early April, a Wednesday afternoon. Scattered throughout the room are our four children. However, children they are not, as they range in age from 17 to 21 years old -- definitely young adults. To hear and see them having fun playing a nostalgic video game warms my heart. I continue my work, content.
Soon the laughter dies down as they go back to their tasks. Earlier in the week, our oldest started tearing down a 14- by-10 foot wall-to-wall loft in his old bedroom, which was a creation my husband had built for him. Our son had slept on it for years until graduating from high school and moving to college. He was helping one of his younger sisters re-create the space as her new bedroom. She could hardly wait.
