I want to take a picture from the bedroom window of everywhere we will live. When we looked out the bedroom window from our townhouse in Jupiter, all we saw were the tops of trees. We called our home our nest or our treehouse, then. It was our haven.
Hopefully, we have better views than our current one in our future. Though I doubt I will ever forget opening the shades for Sam every morning to see what's going on below. There are two giant cranes on our construction site now. The mama crane built the bitsy crane and now they duel. We watch the crane operators crawl down from their perches in the afternoons, making sure they clock out. They hung American flags from the winches for the weekend.
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