So we live in an apartment. We have no yard, so every time we want to play outside we go to the park or occasionally to a friend's house to play in their yard. I dream every single day of living somewhere where we can have our very own yard to frolic in and invite friends over to, but alas, we're still working on it.
Iris never seemed to notice that this is our life. She has lived here since she was born, so it probably never really occurred to her the differences between her home and her friend's homes. Well, until now, that is. One of her closest friends has a cool little play area in her backyard. A play house and a play structure with a slide. They call it "Emma Land".
Well, the other day Iris was playing with her friend in Emma Land and the next day she and I were talking about it while out on a walk. She said the her friend had a yard and was telling me about all of the things to do in her yard. And then she said "mama, and I don't have a yard." Oh, I almost started crying. Seriously. I so want a yard for these girls to play in. More than anything else I want in a home is a yard. Sigh. We're getting there. We're in negotiations, actually, Matt and I.