It takes a village
Please don’t think for a moment that because there are Shameless Love Fests here at 6512 and growing, that our days are always spent wrapped in a cocoon of sticky sweetness; or that I’m so ensnared in the web of my childrens affection that I don’t flinch when their demands pelt me like rocks from a slingshot.
Also, I bow down to that institution called preschool, or our babysitting co-op, or the places where my children can go where they are loved, safe and exploring the life cycle of a box elder bug while bending another adult’s ears into pretzels with their boundless questions; it takes a village and I am infinitely grateful for ours.
As I’ve said before, weekends are a bite-sized truffle and everyone wants a taste.
This weekend, you will find Col experimenting with the velocity of snow, in our front yard:
Rose, will likely be “getting all pwetty” and hitting the living room dance floor:
Dan, will be scanning for elk and deer through his binoculars from our bedroom window:
Or performing late night bow voodoo at the kitchen table:
The chickens are Living The Dream in their straw-strewn cabana:
And I will be breathing in this lovely, wild family, alternately gritting my teeth and feeling the hinge on my heart swing wide open. And as always, scribbling copious notes in my faithful little notebook:
And wishing you a lovely weekend!