Merry & Mod at home

Super G is three!

What a difference a year makes. My youngest is three. There are no more babies in my house. There is no more napping at my house. Instead, I have a big boy jumping fearlessly into the pool, trusting that I will catch him safely. His sweetness is evident in the many times he says I love you, in his cuddles and hugs. And yet, he has discovered his stubborn, defiant streak. He will make his own choices, or else.  

It is our job to help him revel in his independence, so he may be comfortable and happy as a big boy. I will love him regardless of his defiance, and together we will find a path through his inflexibility.

I have been reveling in his well-rested smiles. The corners of his sweet mouth tip us, showing his white teeth and apple cheeks; his eyes sparkle. And my heart warms like strawberries in the June sunshine. 

basket of light

Everyday I spend a bit of time in the yard, regardless of the damp, wet, or chill.  Summer is coming and I intend to be ready - despite the growing chore list.  Wildflower seeds are sprouting, bringing promises of color and bees.  The chickens are in the coop.  One evening last week, after the children were in bed, I filled a basket with solar powered lights and walked around out back.  Lighting the way, hoping for new growth, waiting for the warmth.  It is coming.