matching tracksuits

We only have so much time together as a family of four. L will graduate in a few short months, and then her time in our house will be limited to summers. I expect that soon enough, she won't be staying with us the entire summer. She'll be twenty, twenty-one years old. She'll have her own life. She'll have her own priorities. She'll have a job that she'll want to continue working over the summer. Or she'll have some internship or other. So these evenings are rare.

Some things have, of course, changed, but for poor K, nothing has changed. She always has the absolute worst luck in board games. When we play Monopoly, we call her (and she calls herself) the Slum Lord because she can never manage to get anything other than the very cheapest of properties, and the three of us end up bankrupting her in fairly short order. Tonight's game of Sorry was no exception. But one other thing stayed the same: we all laughed heartily about it.

Laughing as a family -- few things are more precious.