watson woods // christmas 2019

It’s hard to build something that lasts when you are always talking about “someday”. The rope swing was shredded. The tree house was devoured by termites. The barbed vines we cut down last year grew back. The only thing that keeps progressing is us...but we come back to the shadows of a small dream year after year with new hopes and invisible plans. I don’t know why. I don’t know if this little piece of Texas will ever hold more than the country horses and dogs that roam and the good yet broken pieces of a childhood. I don’t know why this place feels smaller every time I come back. But I do know that this family will still come together. There will be powdered lemonade and grandma’s cookies. There will be war stories from grandpa. There will be windows down and the smell of cedar in the air. December will still come. And someday, maybe...we‘ll rebuild that treehouse.