Yellow Door

When my daughter was four….my Dad made an identical playhouse to the one that I had as a small girl. I loved that playhouse.

My Dad cut a heart in my playhouse when I was little using an old heart chocolate candy box…it was always my favorite feature in my playhouse and my daughter loved hers as well.

She enjoyed thinking she was helping him as he built it!

I will always remember his strong hands and how he could build anything.

This was the original….

My husband had to tear it down because it’s rotting….I stuck my head in the sand for too long. I could have given it to someone else but I did not want to think about it. Even though he warned me he was tearing it down….I felt like I was punched in the gut when I saw this…

But my heart rejoiced when I saw this…..

That’s all I need…..a reminder of my Dad and his love for me and his granddaughter. in a time when life made sense and I had no idea how lucky I was.

So for now…..she goes in my garden with a spotlight shining on her…..because that’s where I want it….

I am lucky to have a Dad who loved me like he did….and even though he doesn’t know me anymore when he sees me….he does know he likes me…because love can be felt…it can be sensed….it needs no explanation….it just is.