Born to Build

Squeals of excitement reverberated throughout our house.  Giggles could be heard down and around the block.  Upon entering my bedroom, you wouldn't have been able to find the blue carpet covering the floor no matter how hard you looked for it.  Rather you would have seen two small little girls ankle deep in red, yellow, blue and white bricks.  LEGO bricks.

My entire childhood could be summed up with this scenario.  Shayna and I spent hours, we spent days, building.  We let our imaginations soar.  We created towns and universes never before imagined.  We created Lego families with pets, back stories, family histories and even distant relatives. We didn't need televisions.  We didn't need video games.  We simply needed a bucket full of multi-colored bricks and each other's company.


My father built this table for us.  To this day, it is one of the most exciting and cherished Christmas presents I have ever been given.  Little did he know when gifting this to us, that he would open the door to hours of creativity.  To worlds and cities built brick by brick.

This past weekend, I gave our Lego table to my oldest nephew, Cameron.  He rolled the fire truck and digger up and down the street.  He took them apart and then asked me to rebuild them.  Then he took them apart again.  And asked me to rebuild them again.....this went on for some time.  But I loved every minute of it, because once more I was transported to my childhood, where my imagination had no limits and where time had no relevance.

It warms my heart to think of the years of happy building Cameron has ahead of him.