An early case of the Empty Nest… It’s springtime…fast approaching, summer. It’s the busiest time of year on a farm. Planting, mowing, chopping—I can go on and on. As the kids have gotten older, they have taken on more work at the farm during this time of year. It’s expected, and it’s welcomed. You know what they say about idle hands…the devil’s workshop. Teenagers are no exception to…
In the blink of an eye, it’s high school graduation. How did this happen so fast? Where was I? I was changing diapers, doing laundry, and cuddling away a fever. I was running crazy schedules around practices and games, helping with homework, wiping away tears, and enjoying the little kid’s laughter. I was planning birthday parties and silently praying while watching them launch off of a bicycle jump…
Thanksgiving 2020. Bittersweet top to bottom. It seems that the older I get the deeper my thoughts run. Why are the tears always bubbling just under the surface? Even when I am so thoroughly happy. Wednesday I felt a pang of homesickness as I thought about the fact that normally we would have been heading to New Hampshire that afternoon … but I got over it on the…