Oh, how I wish I had more time to write tonight, but this is all I've got, and I don't want to forget this story. Tonight in the Market Street parking lot as I was buckling Jakob into his seat, he grabbed my hand and said, "Mom, when I grow up I want to be a designer." "What do you want to design, buddy? What kind of designer?" I asked. He replied, "I want to design houses. One for me, a little one for Lily, and a humongous one for you and dad. I will put them all in a row so we can live next door to each other. Then, I will come over and eat your food." That settles it...we're building a family compound.