I’ve had this treehouse on my property for generations. I remember holding my club there for 6 summers. It was an all girl group for afternoon play dates and sleepovers.

I outgrew that club, but loved to go to that treehouse for solitude and contemplation as a teenager. I was often morose and saw that treehouse as a refuge. Then I got medicine for my depression and started to have a social life again.

I took my dates to the treehouse- with a chaperone, of course. On the eve of my wedding, my fiancé and I shared a moment where we talked about life together and what either of us wanted from the other. Next day we were married in an outdoor wedding right by that same treehouse.

Our children play in the treehouse now. Sometimes I join them, remembering when I was a little girl. I can see life through my daughters’ eyes.