It is usually known as a deathtrap, a place where broken bones, sprained ankles, and tweaked backs usually are born, but for us it has amazing magical qualities. It is a place where Grace goes everyday to jump and exercise, from the house or the front yard or the neighbors yard you can hear her sweet laughter and pure joy in her voice as she jumps forgetting about what has now become common place inside our house. It is a place where Tanner and I can play soccer and laugh until we cannot stand, it is a place where our entire family congregates and plays pass, or dead man, or poison ball. It is a place where Kim, T, and Grace jump like pencils and chase eachother. And now it is the place where Eva finally learned to walk. We never pictured the tramp as such a big part of our lives, but for some reason every night we are out there playing, talking, and enjoying one another. Thank you Grandma, Grandpa, Nick, Max, and Sam for this amazing daily retreat.
