Life is very rich right now, full of all the good things: faith, family, friends, and meaningful work. As always, trying to keep it in that order, though I sometimes find myself getting mixed up. I’m exhausted at the end of the day, but in a mostly good way. This week Jonny put in a few hours on the portable chicken coop and I made purple yarn. Jonny climbed high on a ladder to reach the muscadines for dyeing for me, and Beatrix helped squish them.
Job is starting to say things. He’s got “No,” “Mine,” and “Stop” down, all necessary when you’re the youngest. He also says “See it,” while pointing, and he’s starting to say the names of his brothers, sisters, and even our friends. It’s hard to believe that his second birthday is less than a month away. We still call him “The Baby,” all the while his weight in my arms reminds me that he’s becoming less baby and more child.
We sometimes lament the fact that our life and schedules don’t allow for as many adventures as we used to take: the mountains and meadows, the trees, the water. But as we work and grow together I am reminded that life is an adventure even when you spend most of it near home.