How fun to share memories with my kids that they did not even know existed... All the sites and sounds I have of this place - there is just no way to paint them a full picture. I find it a testimony to how my children are so much a part of me now via the fact that it is so odd to try to explain something apart from their existence in my life (in a way that they truly can picture/understand at this age). They just lack the experiences to assimilate it all. It's fun to think about how when I walked this campus I could have never imagined this exact moment today. It's wonderful to realize that God has made it more perfect than I could ever have done "myself". All in the simplicity of romping around an old campus. Like a leathery old box that will always still hold many treasures... which I can take out and share from time to time. :)
