Bocce

In the process of decluttering this weekend, we uncovered our Bocce ball set. I hadn’t seen it since we moved to Albuquerque two and a half years ago and it brought back so many good memories. 

We’ve spent countless hours playing Bocce with friends and family. (You know who you are.)

When the girls were little, it was easy to be in our yard or find a nearby green patch to play and hangout. It was simple, it was fun. We didn’t have decades worth of accumulation yet. We had one lawn game. 

I almost donated this set today because we’re trying to make more space in our home. The plan is to clear out all the unnecessary stuff and keep only the things that we absolutely love or need. We have lots of great things and good activities but we don’t really have the time and energy for it all. 
 
We’ve both come to the conclusion that it’s time to start honing in on the few things we really want to do rather than letting lots of random things take up our space and time. So we filled the truck with things to pass on and we kept the Bocce ball set. 

This afternoon, we went to the park and played Bocce with all three kids. We tossed and jumped and laughed and cringed and Cy narrowly missed a head injury. (Yep, he ran in front of the ball while it was being thrown by a sister.) It was cold. Dusty and I were on a team and we won most of the games but the girls did well. I remembered how bad my aim is. We thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. I’m glad we kept the game. 

I took this picture when we were all standing around the pallina checking to see who was the closest. I can’t tell you how sweet it was to have us all gathered around something together. Those are my favorite times as a family.
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Happy Tossing!