Tree House

by Rachel Creager Ireland

Steve Thompson stays at our motel, and he does odd jobs around the place. Lately he has been inspired to build a tree house for the kids. It’s not going to keep the motel from falling to the ground, but it seems more gets done when we let him do the work he wants to be doing, rather than what we think is important. This week he announced that the upper level is suitable for play, and the girls insisted I come up to experience it first hand. Watching them inhabiting the space, I thought, he’s put his love into this structure, and we all feel it.