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.
It's a good life.