We are alive, we still have boxes to unpack, we have dirt under our nails, we have a fridge full of local produce and happy eggs, we are spending most of our time enjoying the fresh air, we are eating good, we are happy. Oh, so happy.
Seth is thriving. He has tried so many new foods (his first in years) since we moved in. On his own - without any prodding. He is finally able to use his muscles, splash in puddles, throw dirt, and yell at the top of his lungs without bothering anyone. He is so happy.
Farm life seems to fit Ella also. She is so happy to follow Seth around, splashing in the same puddles and throwing the same dirt.
Rhett is my own Charles Ingalls. That man knows how to work. I am so appreciative of all the things he can take care of on his own - painting, making shelves, planting flowers, digging up dirt, planing gardens, teaching the kids, etc. He loves getting his hands dirty. He is such a man, and I love him.
I am cooking, hanging clothes on the line, and playing with the babies. I am realizing how healing nature can be. How clean, alive and free the fresh air can make you feel. How dirt in your toes can energize your entire body. I feel so much more domestic here than I ever have. I love love love it.
I have tons of great pictures to upload. Our internet here isn't quite what is was up in the big city. Stay tuned...