What a gift to enter a home of a family who welcomes you in with open arms. To bear witness to a life built with intention and care, artifacts and heirlooms collected over the years, saved and cherished to hold and make and give.
To laugh along with lively littles, to follow them as they settle into the sanctuary of their grandparents' home - a space they've grown up in and know so well. To watch their parents watch them, to navigate between interjecting and letting them be, caring for each others' children as extensions of their own.
Perhaps my favorite part of this Sunday morning session, though, was to observe our hosts, as they soaked up the beauty and energy of each of their grandsons.