A few days ago I found Rob noodling around on the Internet (what did we do with ourselves ten years ago?) looking at, of all things, artificial ice. We’d been talking, looking at pictures of Rebecca, telling the usual end-of-the-day stories…him talking about how funny Wyatt was during tooth brushing, me describing the day’s drop off and pick up adventures. And now he was looking at…ice.

As in, synthetic hockey rinks. Really. Who knew? There were pictures–a big ole suburban house somewhere in the the sunny South with a pack of kids, zipping around in pads and shorts. A barn with a rink.

Now, where we live, having your own hockey rink is actually not uncommon–but that would be because it’s cold. We even have a friend who owns a Zamboni. A real, full sized Zamboni.

But a synthetic rink, that would be…something. And apparently it would only cost, oh, a gazillion dollars to put one in our barn! If we had a barn.

I told Rob I thought he should wait until we won the lottery. His response?

Haven’t we already?

Well, yes, we have.