So as it is with life things always change and with those changes sometimes it just stinks for awhile. My son in his infinite wisdom – on a trying night started to dig a hole and being one to not miss out on a good time, i started digging too. For three nights now we have dug – usually after a power struggle – we dig together and work as a team of two. I think it is cathartic.

I had jokingly been calling it our depression hole but the more I think about it – the hole is only depressing if we don’t eventually fill it with something good. So once we have dug out all this tension and sadness and resistance to change we will make it a fire pit to sit around and roast marshmallows and tell jokes. Because what is life if not an adventure destined for marshmallows.