Taking a quick break from our poetry posts so you can meet the newest baby at the blue house. Her name is Betsy and she isn’t just the life of the party, SHE IS THE PARTY.
I may have a new motto for 2020: “Be a Betsy in a Karen world.” Not sure I should put that on the blog though, because the true, kind, genuine women of the world are probably so tired of their name being a meme! So just be a Betsy. Enjoy your life.
And yes, she does have a sister whom we called Daisy. And Daisy just wants to be a big kid. . .like really, really wants to be a big kid! 🙂 I love these baby goats and hope these photos bring a smile to your face. We’ll get back to our regular poetry programming, but I just had to share the happiness of Betsy with you.
I mean. . .doesn’t she just inspire you to jump into your life and LIVE IT?! If only we could get that same baby goat energy. 😉 One can always dream! Oh Betsy, you make life better! 🙂 ❤
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO US! How truly joyful to be here! We had big plans to celebrate 5 years in a big way. And then you know, THE THING THAT SHALL NOT BE NAMED, entered into the picture and all such big plans have been postponed.
At the time I’m writing this, we don’t have Plan C figured out for how we’ll celebrate, but I mean, we made up Birthday Observation Day that happens yearly on March 18, so I THINK we’ll be just fine in the celebratory department. 🙂 We know how to throw a party and have a good time. It’s one of my favorite things about our marriage.
This spring I wrote a poem that sums up our love story. I hope these 5 years can be folded into 50 more years. . .100 if I’m dreaming big. We’ll still be laughing. Of that I’m sure. Over time, I’ve discovered laughter to be our greatest strength. Not even the worst of seasons has stolen our ability to laugh hard and heartily together. What a gift.
At night, we do the chores. Well, Ben does most the chores. He milks Hattie and Marge. I play with Mav and Chester. Ben hands me a pile of hay and then I motivate those little kids into their small house for the night. Ben carries the larger pile of hay to the bigger house-barn for the girls.
On his way, sprinkles of hay fall to the ground. Not enough to look desirable, but enough for our smallest goat, Roxy, to get sidetracked. While Ben carries the big, tasty portion of hay to the house-barn, Roxy doesn’t follow. She eats what’s on the ground. Like her life depends on it. Like there’s nothing more than the scrappy scraps she sees on the ground. She’d rather have what’s easy and immediate.
It’s taken years, but I’m learning to enjoy the season I’m least inclined to love–summertime! I’m learning to soak in the summer with all its fast-paced busyness. I’m learning to run with it. . . whatever the day brings. . .however my plans change.
And everything comes alive in the summertime.
My porch garden warms up in the spring and then demands my attention as summer comes bustling through the door. My workplace becomes full of opportunities to meet, fellowship, and minister to other people and I’m forced to get intentional. My life gets bombarded by the reality of my weaknesses and suddenly I’m looking long and hard into grace.
And I’m full of gratitude for God’s gift of it!
The last time I wrote something new for my blog was June 3rd! I knew that this was a season for letting go of my blog. I would rather cultivate my life than force myself to fit into a blogging agenda that takes away from my life. I’m getting better at saying no and I’m living better because of it!