This week Jim Hole, gardening extraordinaire or as one of our House grandmas excitedly exclaimed ‘The Sidney Crosby of gardening’, came to put a garden in for the House; a place where the kids could dig in the dirt, watch the corn grow and learn about where our food comes from.

Having two boys, it was apparent we had the recipe for success, dirt and kids. It hadn’t occur to me that the parents and grandparents in the House would be equally enthusiastic. But here we were circling the garden, dirt under our nails, talking about our gardens back home. Our House families weren’t putting their tomato plants in, they were here with us. Jim thrilled our kids with a garden, but more importantly, he gave our House families a sense of home. A bit of normal.