We spent the weekend with my parents in the house I grew up in.
They moved there when I was three months old – their first home. Their starter home that has gracefully transitioned into their retirement home. They say that they didn't buy a house – they bought the ducklings in the creek out back. (I think they paid $40 grand for it or something equally ridiculous. Probably close to what they just paid for their Prius. Yes, while much remains the same, change persists.)
There were no duckings the weekend, but we watched baby owls flap and feed in a big willow and listened to the coyotes yipping in the darkness. For being in the 'burbs it is an amazing place.
I am grateful that my children – and I – have them in our lives.