My father's summer residence

My father's daughter gave him an assignment for his birthday. "Here you go," she said, "this is a construction box to build a summer house, not a puzzle." He decided he had more important things to do and set the box aside. Since I am so familiar with him, I simply waited for my mother to declare that my father's inner architect was ready to begin. He apparently began the construction project two days ago.

It made me smile. He has a task that appears difficult, but not for him, as no one can technically outperform him. Consequently, he is constructing and being reminded of his creative side. In theory, he has until summer to finish the house, but I anticipate that it will be finished by next week. That is how my father thinks and acts. He creates his artwork step by step without questioning whether it is possible. My father continues to be my first and greatest mentor, as I previously stated.

I will see you at his summer residence!

Liesbeth Leysen