Two-&-a-half-weeks ago, my oldest turned seven. He's wild, loud, rambunctious, kind, loving & incredibly intelligent. I asked him for a few pictures, as a seven year-old. He wasn't too keen on the idea, but he obliged; this is his space- his desk, he quickly decorated with stickers & markers.
His tee-ball trophy, he received for playing a couple seasons ago; the black sticky substance on the bunkbed, that seems to perfectly hold his shrinky-dinks; his stegosaurus model (he wants to be a paleontologist); & his lego Chima- he's thoroughly obsessed with them. This is his little spot of peace.
'Peace.
It does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise,
trouble, or hard work. It means to be in the midst of all those things
& still be calm in your heart.' -unknown
