There have been times–in fact people might say we have made a sport of it–when Don and I have spent some significant time house-hunting. As our family grew (and even before that), we felt we needed more space, more space, and, um, more space. For some reason, though, our house never sold and any offer we ever made on another never took. Then we realized that we love it here–and tonight that was more apparent than ever. We stopped to pick up some snacks then spent a couple hours at a park just a stone’s throw from our house. We talked to a nice couple from another state who take regular day trips just to watch this sunset, a 13-year old boy from New Hampshire who showed Oscar and Edgar the wonders of catching crabs, climbing in trees, and doing handstands, and the neighborhood matriarch and her feisty potato chip-eating pug. And, of course, Uncle Len, who was there capturing the colors and light of tonight’s painting in the sky. Space may be overrated–unless, of course, you’re talking about the open space of a grassy park on a beautiful summer night where you can meet friends unexpectedly and make memories that will last.