Firecracker. That was Nana's nickname for her. She came into this world in a flurry of emergency. A whirlwind. And has remained that to this day. Our baby is double digits. The last baby I carried; held within my womb. A surprise. A gift. But they all were. I was always surprised with the news of "the child within". Awestruck at the beauty and holiness. And now the youngest of these is 10. This wee one that gave me quite a scare 2 weeks ago. Who caused me to fall to my knees ... View Post
I Fear She Will Forget
Today is the anniversary of Davis Farm's first blog post. Little did I know then how this blog would become an outlet for my expression through deep grief and cancer. How I would wrestle with all things eternal. It seems like just yesterday that Gary and the kids went off to the Williston Parade. As usual there had been much activity. It was nice to have a few moments to myself. I can't remember what I did with those moments. I am sure I made an ice cream cake for Eleanor's birthday. I probably wrote the post. But most ... View Post
Our Baby
Our baby turns 8 today. . 8 years ago, we had different hired help. Chelsea had just graduated High School. . .now Elijah has graduated. . . 8 seems to be our number. Chelsea turned 8 when Elijah was born. Clarissa turned 8 when Ella was born and now Ella is 8 when the first Grandchild will be born. Not sure if there is significance, but interesting. Gary and 4 of the kids are off to the Williston Parade. We usually head over to Richmond for the festivities. . .but Richmond is rather wet and all events are cancelled. I heard someone ask if we think Noah has any room. . .The rain has ... View Post
