Summer is here! Finally! We have been busy doing things like this:
And planting a beautiful garden that used to look like this:
But now looks like:
Well...let's just say it looks like the above picture but with 4 ft tall crabgrass growing everywhere. I am slowly pulling it all out. Piece by piece. We are getting there. We've already harvested radishes twice, yellow onions, red onions and a few potatoes.
We have been watching a mama robin who has built a nest on top of the light by our front door, despite repeated attempts by Daddy to knock it down, she finally successfully laid eggs in it. Our hearts leaped to see her fly to the nest right before our eyes, and watch 3 tiny beaks pop up and chirp for their food. Well, yesterday my friend knocked on my door. She had come across that same nest, laying on my porch, with the birdies displaced. One clearly in distress. I cried. We still don't know how it happened. The birdies were still alive and chirping for their mama. My Dad came over that evening and heroically put the nest back and scooped up the birdies (wearing gloves, mind you) and put them back. We prayed on several occasions last night that the mama returns to feed her babies. I think I am most upset out of all of us.
Today we woke up slowly. The sun was beautiful shining in my window, through my newly hung curtains and the girls one by one joined me in bed and we played and laughed. When Ainsleigh tried to cuddle with me, Paige got mad and yelled, "Mine!" I am hers and she is mine as well. I have to remind her that I am Ainsleigh's too!! We came out to the kitchen and made homemade playdough, first thing, and are working on homemade tortillas so we can have quesadillas for lunch.
These girls of mine are lovely. Loverly...
I am so lucky that I get to spend every day with them. Later today we are going to ride our bikes to the playground and then work in the garden. Who gets days like these? See! See how lucky I am!!
But then reality hits and there's that darn money thing. Seems so ridiculous, but its there. I am searching for a job. I don't want to do it. Makes me feel a bit like that nest turned upside down on my porch. Like that is what will happen to my nest. Sorry for the cheesy metaphor, but I couldn't help it. I am afraid that I will miss moments like this...
What's that verse? The one that says something like, "His eye is on the sparrow..."
Keeping that in mind as we transition the mama from the home to the workplace. And back.
