Join them in the attic for
a story on a stormy night, or find them in a park on a summer afternoon with the warm wind in their faces, or see them bent over candles as they look at old rooms and dusty shelves.
There is one window, with duct tape stretched horizontally across it, where my husband broke it a few years ago with the ladder
on a
stormy night to fix a roof leak, but that's another
story.