Slowly but surely I am accepting that I cannot be the architect of my girls’ childhood—I can participate, do what I can to guide them, but they’ll draw their own conclusions, find their own joy and build their own memories. What I can do is give them an incredible backdrop and template for believing in using your strength, smarts and imagination to do whatever you want. It was for all these reasons that last summer we built the girls a club house. We picked a site. We drew up some plans. We purchased supplies at Lowes (our second home). We built into the space. Literally. Finley kept the wood hydrated. We got sentimental as we planned to use a window from our first house.…

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