Aged seven months and seven years, little handprints positioned perfectly at the base of the northeastern treehouse post are forever captured. I sort of turned to mush when it happened, hormones. My sister and I have similar handprints at the base of the the treehouse my parents built us when I was only 5 and my sister was an infant; it was always kind of fun to look back on those tiny imprints, and to be honest, it’s really weird to have these now in our own yard… a reality check with respect to my age, because where has the time gone?
Speaking of the treehouse I grew up with, that thing was built to last – I can only hope that the play house we’re constructing will still be standing in 25 years. 2039!!
If you missed it, we’re in the middle of building a modern treehouse in our backyard. You can check out the first post about the project here.