I've been pondering lately the impact of children.
One is that the desire to give them a summer full of family, cool water, and adventure compelled K. and I to work our tails off, spend a significant amount of money, and move folks into our places in our town to enable us to take nearly three weeks off as a family. In the middle of produce season, tourist season, tomato season.
The kids left Mississippi a week before us with their Nonni and spent their time in Virginia going to museums, hanging with Auntie Eliza, and heading to camp. Then we joined them. K. and I went to Monticello, ate a lot of ice cream, and did our best to dry Nonni's tears that we did, after all, need to move on.
My personal highlight was the museum an hour-plus south that I've visited many times throughout my life. It depicts working farmsteads from Germany, Ireland, England, and more. The kids loved it and I did too. Plus we hit up Roy's and Cooter's and other classics within driving distance of Nonni's farm. The wildflower meadow is calling my name...
Hectic week or so. It's rained at least every other day here for ever now. Which makes gardening difficult , but the trees--and the pair of ducks, who now live in the chicken house-- are happy.
The farm is overrun with new creatures. Sarah had her calf, and there are a dozen new chicks in the kitchen under a heat lamp. Not to mention my monkeys leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. I try to keep up, best I can.
K. is mostly a man of leisure these days. Caspian asked him what his job was now that he's done actively constructing the new project, and k. said he's a full time daddy who makes money. Which, knock in wood, is true. His project is doing wonderfully and has surpassed both our fiscal expectations.
I crave more time at home but I'm working a normal amount. Pretty much keeping school hours. Probably can't do much better than that.
No plans for new big projects on the horizon. Which feels right. There's plenty-- from gardens to the school board and local politics to animals and home improvement and the upcoming summer-- to keep us busy.
Been kind of in love lately with this guy. Which is handy, he being my husband and all.
He turned 34 on Wednesday. We took a long, child-free walk out at our favorite spot. Saw a blue heron on the way in, and on the way out he flew next to the truck for a good long minute.
Talked about this and that and held hands and watched the dogs enjoy themselves.
It's not that we live life in a state of ecstatic happiness all the time, because we don't. I have anxiety often. He gets restless, often. Sometimes our best conversations are about celebrity gossip.
But he's my favorite person to be anxious, restless, and discussing the Kardashians with :)
On Thursday, K invited the whole town courtesy of a half-page ad in the newspaper to join him at the official unveiling of his project. Despite frigid temperatures, a ton of people came, oohed, ahhed. The mayor said some nice things. Binnie prayed. These are the three guys who got the vast majority of the work done. I'm proud of all of them, but mostly of that one in the middle. I can take no credit for the last venture; frankly, I thought it was a bad idea. But 15 months after starting, it's in the black, looks fantastic, and he did it in less time and for less money than I ever would have believed.
I was 22 when we got married. A very adult decision for a mere kid-- but boy, has it panned out.
Two nights ago, we were discussing re-incarnation. Caspian piped up in his little-boy squeaky high voice that he wanted to come back as our son. Annaliese agreed.
Boy, that made me feel like we are doing something right.
We've pressed through our annual change-everything and the cafe is spruced up, in the front, with Dixie's name on it and a fryer in the kitchen. We have fried chicken on our plate lunch special today and homemade french fries and onions rings every day now. It may not be healthy, but it's pretty frigging awesome nonetheless.
Annaliese is seven. Caspian is awesome. Husband is not sickly at the moment, wrapped up with his project, a third of it already rented, and happy in the woods with his chainsaw, fencing the back pasture.
I sowed my first seeds yesterday (cold-weather transplants) and K and I have been playing Uno and rummy like maniacs.
One of the few downsides of disconnecting the Internet at our house is that I have to blog at work. So clearly, that hasn't happened.
The upsides are many, though. We're playing Uno and rummy and go fish. We're watching (a lot) of old-school movies, on DVDs no less. I swear the days are longer, and who doesn't need more time?
2014 has been a wild year of ups and downs. But it has refined my focus: family, and winning. Those are my goals these days.
The kiddos had an awesome Christmas and New Year. Epically, we watched all three Lord of the Rings movies, the first Hobbit, the second, Hobbit, and we're going to see the third in theaters tomorrow, so our conversations are full of Mordor and Legolas and orcs.
It's been fun :)
Annaliese turns seven on Tuesday. Seven. Seven! I might be freaking out. I always freak out. She's chosen to invite ten or so friends over to the house next Saturday for a pajama pancake party. She wants chocolate cake, with chocolate icing. No problemo, I say to my princess. Anything you want.