We dance the dance of life. The newly engaged daughter tries on wedding gowns and we laugh and make new memories. The years flash before me as I watch her walk out in dress after dress. Seeking the perfect match. Searching. Waiting. Hoping. Her dreams are before her. Time, continues to march on. A new journey. Hope. I look at these children of ours. One married with two children. Making a difference in this world teaching. One, newly engaged and chasing the big bad Covid in any way she can. Another with his own business; making his own path, in his own way. The next to ... View Post
Happy Birthday To Our Nation, Our Blog And Our Youngest Farm Girl!
Happy Birthday To Our Nation, Our Blog And Our Youngest Farm Girl! It's been 7 years; 7 years since I started this blog. 7 years since the kids said a blog is better than long winded posts on face book. I love my kids. And so we entered the world of blogging. It was our daughter's 8th birthday and the 4th of July! Our little firecracker, as Nana called her. Spunky. Cute, Sugar and Spice (emphasis on the spice) And now she's turning 15. She's the youngest daughter of a 3rd generation farmer. She's named after her Grandfather's sister who lived next door. A ... View Post
She Did A Thing
She did a thing. All by herself. Though, strangely enough, she asked me to be with her. A big decision. A big purchase. What a joy it's been watching her as she has wrestled: How do I make Godly choices? How do I be responsible and make an educated purchase? What do I really need? And this process can be agonizing and produce desires to eat chocolate and other unhealthy things. How new of a car does one really need? Do I really need a new car now? Can I get through the winter? I'll just get through the winter. Decision making is crippling! These discussions rage on (and ... 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
The farm boy; my only boy. I used to say boys. A moment; forever changed. My brothers, always called "the boys." Mom's words echo; "have you talked to the boys?" Grown men with families. The boys. Naturally I began to call my sons; the boys. I loved calling them that. I loved having 2 boys. They fought. Tousling. Angry. Dominance. Fists clenched. War. Strength. Awful. Until. Maturity. Alliance. Friendship. Early on it was as cohorts against ... View Post
She Wore Her Brother’s Cap and Gown
She wore her brothers cap and gown. The same cap he threw into the air, 2 years ago. The same cap I asked him to go back in to get. It was unique. He would be able to find it. I just wanted that cap. The cap and gown I would display at his wake just 40 days later. She wrapped herself in his gown. And wore his cap. She walked to the tune of graduation, hope and future wrapped in his gown. The cap, forever announcing 2013. The year everything changed. With out so much as a deep breathe ... View Post