Growing up, my Mother played Yahtzee and Solitaire – all the time. She was in constant competition with herself to improve her scores – or just bored. I like to think it was the first of the two. She keeps each score sheet, filling in blank columns as she goes. It's like a Who's Who of visitors of our home. It's sweet and I wouldn't change a thing.
So, when Micah and Liz busted out the Yahtzee for our Friendsgiving this year, it touched my nostalgic, homesick heart. We played many rounds learning Liz’s family’s takes on it and enjoying the sweet, hilarious company.
Life is a lot like Yahtzee, if you really think about it. Some days you’re just trying to get as many points as you can (the number section of the game), sometimes you just get stuck with a lot of junk that makes up a Chance and sometimes, well…you hit the big one – Yahtzee!
I like to think that Durham is our Yahtzee.
