As a young girl, one of my favorite things to do was build forts. I would create a shelter in the backyard by weaving willow branches and stacking discarded bricks. I cooked on a little “oven” and prepared concoctions made with wild berries and grasses in mud bowls. When not outside, my siblings and I would empty a large cupboard in our home that was full of bedding and cushions to build the most epic of forts.
Fast-forward to today and this is still one of my favorite traditions. Often my boys will gather all their favorite blankets and pillows, then beg me to pitch in. We get chairs and heavy stacks of books to raise a little tent over our giant shearling rug in the living room. We hang strings of lights or whatever rope is handy to rig a fort up in creative ways. I love this custom that brings us together. Our forts let us create a refuge for reading, watching movies, telling stories and eating pizza on a Friday night. I’m also grateful for having boys who push me to have fun and build memories in the simplest of ways.
I have a friend who does picnics better than anyone. His involve an enormous wicker
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