Dear Little One, It’s so much fun to wake up in the morning to your somersaults in my tummy. I’d forgotten how active you little people are first thing in the morning. But it makes up for waking up early to feel your Morse Code “I Love You, Mom.” Your big sister is so excited…
Friday, January 9, 2009, 12:20 p.m. Dear Littlest One, It’s seems I’ve known you were there almost since your conception. As I held your little second cousin Weston over New Year’s, I savored the smell of baby skin, of holding a little one once again. When your daddy gave me that look, I smiled back,…
Ah, springtime… Geese flying, calling across the morning sky; brighter sunshine; longer days; balmy winds; mud underfoot; little rivers running down, down, down, carrying winter away with them. Two days ago, I was walking across the pasture bareheaded, my two small boys tagging along and my baby on my back, watching the creek run. That…
The hardest thing about living far from where I grew up is going back. Going back and seeing how people have changed. The added wrinkles, the feebler steps. They jump out at you, mockingly asking why you stayed away so long. Yet it is because of the absence that they are so easily noticed. The…
Sometimes I have to laugh at the varied reading material we have sitting on our coffee table. Hot Rod magazine right next to the latest issue of No Greater Joy. The Ezzo’s Childwise beneath Ginger Plowman’s Don’t Make Me Count to Three on heart-oriented discipline (coming more from the same perspective than you might guess). …
If you know my sister-in-law Marlys or me, you know we love to cook. But a cook without an oven is a very sad cook. Just ask Marlys. She finally has a working oven again. A brand new Wolfe! After their Heartland oven’s most recent break-down, the new part (that took over a week to…
We’ve been married just two years, but my husband and I have begun to realize we’re already falling into that “old married couple” category. We like going to bed early. We have to have our Sunday afternoon naps. And they just don’t make love songs like they did when we were young. A few months…
My dearest little Pumpkin, I wish Mommy had brought her camera with her tonight. And yet, the camera lens would only have captured the cute little redheaded baby girl eating tortilla chips at the Mexican restaurant. The camera might have caught her daddy and mommy sitting next to her. But it wouldn’t have been able…
Merritt came home Saturday afternoon and announced that he’d found the missing stocking cap. We’re always losing hats, gloves, coats–they get left one place or another, and eventually make it back home to the laundry basket. So while this may not sound like such an unusual find, let me share with you the history of…
It’s night night time on the farm. Everyone’s fed and tucked in for the night… The hens are roosting in the Chick Inn. The baby pullets have their night time ration of food, their heat lamp is plugged in, and their apple bin is covered up snugly against the cold wind. I even fed Ooffy,…
“Food prepared with a light heart and in a happy frame of mind is often the best food. Preparing the special foods that are favorites of those you love…making just a little effort to garnish the salad with a sprig of parsley, a bit of grated cheese, or a wild strawberry from the nearby meadow….
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