At a good pace....
“I am beginning to learn that it is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.” ― Laura Ingalls Wilder
At a good pace...
Sometimes we get the pace of life just right. Sometimes we don't. Let's celebrate the wins, shall we?
At a good pace....
At a good pace....
Mama Made Dress
She hasn't even tried it on. Hot off the sewing machine. A kitty dress. Zippered back, tied sides. For my little cat lover.
Three Years
The anniversary date of the purchase of this farmhouse/farm came and went without us even noticing. (Announcing post here.)I think "How can that be!" in one thought and then in another, I think that this place is so much our home that it's hard to think of the time when we did not live here.
Three years ago, we were working on buying this place while I was on maternity leave, with two kids under the age of two. I had just returned back to work from maternity leave and we signed on the line and this became home. It was a dream. It is a dream. Everyday little things about living here remind me of this dream that is our reality. We are so fortunate.
Those early moving days went buy in such a flurry. My husband kept having these crazy 16 hour overnight shifts and I was running on empty. My littles didn't like to nap simultaneously. I remember trying to get at least one to sleep in the car so I could pack the car up and then jet to the other house and unload as much as possible before someone woke up. I remember crying when my dad came for Thanksgiving and packed up all my crafting stuff, without even complaining about how much crafting stuff I owned. He was so helpful and a huge weight was lifted once the majority was over here. What a stressful time.
I was just looking back at pictures from those early days. I didn't have a chance to really appreciate all that was happening at the time, but I look back now with love and appreciation. It was a crazy time, yes, but a step that needed to happen in order to get us to where we are today.
I also learned something else from that move. I learned that I'm never moving again. Ever.
Three years ago, we were working on buying this place while I was on maternity leave, with two kids under the age of two. I had just returned back to work from maternity leave and we signed on the line and this became home. It was a dream. It is a dream. Everyday little things about living here remind me of this dream that is our reality. We are so fortunate.
Those early moving days went buy in such a flurry. My husband kept having these crazy 16 hour overnight shifts and I was running on empty. My littles didn't like to nap simultaneously. I remember trying to get at least one to sleep in the car so I could pack the car up and then jet to the other house and unload as much as possible before someone woke up. I remember crying when my dad came for Thanksgiving and packed up all my crafting stuff, without even complaining about how much crafting stuff I owned. He was so helpful and a huge weight was lifted once the majority was over here. What a stressful time.
I was just looking back at pictures from those early days. I didn't have a chance to really appreciate all that was happening at the time, but I look back now with love and appreciation. It was a crazy time, yes, but a step that needed to happen in order to get us to where we are today.
I also learned something else from that move. I learned that I'm never moving again. Ever.
Love.
The two pets who have surprised us. One just showed up. The other was a surprise from my husband. Both fit in perfectly and we're all smitten.
Good things.
It's November. I'm wearing my smartwools and harvested this from my garden today.
I'm gradually going through the squash. If you saw my basement, you would see there's still so.much.squash. Blessed.
And transferware. Doesn't everything look better served in vintage trasnferware? I think so.
I'm gradually going through the squash. If you saw my basement, you would see there's still so.much.squash. Blessed.
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