I’m enjoying a quiet moment laying on my hammock, listening to the birds chirping. It’s a warm July evening, one of those days where it’s hotter in my house than it is outside. The pnw is known for not having central air in any of the houses, unless you’re one of the lucky few. We were, in our first house, and it was heavenly. Our second house always had an amazing breeze blowing through straight from the ocean, but this one seems to be a bit more stagnant. Maybe one day we’ll be blessed to have air conditioning again. Until then I will be grateful for these nights when I can lay on my hammock if I even for a small moment before my sweet Carter comes out to tell me a story of his lego figurines from a set he made himself, or little spunky Adalaide toddles up and screams in her oh so lovely way to climb in my lap and swing with me. Those quiet moments amidst the chaos, small yet significant. Every moment another memory. Each one an opportunity. An opportunity to grow, learn, and most of all love. Right now I love my sweltering house, and even more the people inside of it. That quiet moment on the hammock is quickly becoming a memory as I tuck my little ones into their cover-less beds for another sticky night in the best place on earth.