and mice.......(the bounty number is at 9) and flies. Lots of them, zooming around my head, sitting on my food. I'm thankful for the the internet, not so much for the mice and flies. Farming. It's not for the fainthear-ted. Each time we catch yet another mouse i grow up just a bit more. I still scream like a banshee when Eric brings in a toad the size no toad should be, scaring my poor father half out of his wits and causing Eric to wonder why his mama is such a wimp. He stomps mice on the head, puts milkers on large animals, and runs the skidloader with confidence. It puzzles him to see me act like a female. I, on the other hand, stare in amazement at my rapidly maturing son. I am seriously impressed at his fearlessness.
It's been quite a month. One month ago we moved in and i wondered if we had lost our minds once and for all. I decided i didn't want to do this after all and i drove away from our other house, the van full to the top with stuff, tears filling my eyes. And i grew up some more.
I now can make a farmers breakfast with ease, finding joy in serving my growing men. Emily and i wash innumerable dishes and hang out an unbelievable amount of stained jeans. My little men have a continual ring of dirt around some part of their body and we're learning that cows have personalities. Unfortunately the small terrier that wanders around here does not. We're hoping it will do us a favor and die, but so far no such luck.
It's been a tough month, a stretching month, full of fluctuating emotions alternating between discouragement and fulfillment. And yet when it comes down to it there's only one option. To do the next thing and to do it with the best of our abilities. To pray for faith to keep walking in spite of the ups and sometimes serious downs, and in the middle of it all, to remember the first and foremost reason we are doing this in the first place. To walk with our children according to Deuteronomy 6.