I am trying to pray more than speak; listen more than share. The youngest a Freshman in High School. Her first school experience. She's advocating for herself. She's witty like her oldest brother. She has a zest for life that is unquenchable. Adventure: she's up for it. Driving an excavator or any equipment; she excels. I love watching her grow. Yet, with each step it's the last. The last freshman year. . . The last kid to learn to drive. I don't want to miss any of it. As a new born I held her longer. I tried hard to imprint on my mind that moment. Knowing ... View Post
I’m Not Sure I’m Supposed to Understand
We're home from Parris Island. Our second farm boy graduated from Marine Boot Camp. He is living our Oldest Farm Boy's dream. You see our two boys were so different. Each with a heart to serve; just in different ways. And there's just so much I don't understand. I'm not sure I'm supposed to understand. Why does a handsome, hard working red head hit a telephone pole in the middle of the night and never come home? Why did his hopes and dreams to serve our country die with him? I'm not sure I'm supposed to understand. Why would the youngest farm boy start his own career and suddenly ... View Post
It’s Just a Lacrosse Net. Really.
It's just a Lacrosse net. Really. 12 years of a net. Here in the yard. Evenings of tossing, throwing, yelling, fighting. . . . A game introduced to us by the oldest farm girls High School flame. A man now -whom we love and adore. He brought Lacrosse to our family. He purchased tiny lacrosse sticks and tossed balls with those two farm boys. A love grew. Both boys played. So did the college girl. The High School flame brought over his net when he was finished with his High School lacrosse career. Such a great gift! That oldest farm boy bought a new net. He ... View Post
He Turns 18 Today
He came fast. A whirlwind. Right at milking time. The alarm went off when I had my first contraction. He somehow knew, his entrance must be quick. After the other two. . . this was a relief. 3:00 am first contraction. 4:19 am we meet face to face. I enjoyed every minute. He was so easy. Happy. Caught right on to nursing. Took him everywhere. Born on a Friday morning; Went with me to school on Monday. Always busy. Finding something to build or tear apart. The world was his playground. His imagination; limitless. He now turns the age his brother never knew. So ... View Post
Our Perspective is Everything
I wake to a head ache. The dull, throbbing kind. It's time for milking. My farmer brings me an Advil. I fall back to sleep. When I wake again it is to moon beams streaming into the room. I glance out the window. The view breath taking. The moon; full, bright. Illuminating. I lay there for a moment. Those first few moments of waking are always difficult. I purposefully change my thoughts. 2 Corinthians 10:5 We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the ... View Post
My Name is Tammy and I Make my Bed Everyday
I haven't showered. Laundry is piled on the floor. Book work stacked on the table and in piles. It's tax time you know. And the beat of that clock is ticking. I can feel it. I make my bed. Yes. In the middle of all the chaos. There is one thing. Constant. I make my bed. What does that say about me? I am sure psycho therapists would have a field day. Of all the things that need to get done. I make my bed. Every day. With out fail. I wash my sheets too. Almost ... View Post
