Just before a haircut. Seriously, I am his mama, I know it, but how pretty is that boy?
We have been to far lands and back since I was last here. Home to my family. Into the wilds of moving a home. Through the woods of unpacking. Over the meadows of welcoming new friends into our new place (more on that later). Into the trenches of a stomach virus (a first for the kid).
We love our new house. The small human tears through its long parts, feet hammering the floor while shouting "I love this house!" We are playing tunes on a porch where the eye sees little more than things that grow. I am riding a bike through three pastures to work every morning. We are harvesting armloads from the beautiful garden our friends left for us, tending to small fruit trees they left sweetly labeled for us. Fall has been flirting at the edge of the heat.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Posted by Heather at 11:40 AM