When I moved into this house, I had big hopes.
A cozy, safe space for my son… a place where he could run, climb trees, and feel free.
Life, as it does, surprised me.
This place, this home, found me.
It had everything I asked for… and even things I didn’t know I needed.
Like the family of deer that grew from six to ten.
Or this little play area, stitched together with rope and wood and love.
It’s not just a backyard.
It’s a reminder of what’s possible.
Of how healing finds us when we least expect it.
