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where I've been

Today, I'm back.

I've been struggling with whether or not I should let you all know what's been going on or just jump back in to normal things. But I guess, since I feel like I'm the kind of person who's pretty open and real in this place, I'd just briefly and gently let you know where I've been.

A few weeks ago, I discovered I was pregnant. I was honestly shocked, but at the same time, we want to have more babes, and you know how quickly you can warm up to the idea–start making plans in your head about who will sleep where, how you'll convince your husband to bring back cable television for the long nights of nursing, how old the baby will be when the baby is born. You know.

But at the same time this pregnancy felt different. I didn't have my usual longing to call up my family and let them know the news. I didn't feel pregnant except for the little white stick in my hand that said so. (Though soon after, I found myself becoming too tired to do the dinner dishes each night.)

However, last week I had a miscarriage.

I'm doing okay. I feel ready to move on. I want to feel some normalcy again, though my body continues to remind me that it's not quite ready.

But today has been better. My best day in awhile.

But you know what? This whole experience has taught me a few things.

First of all, the day the miscarriage began in earnest, I felt flooded with gratitude. Gratitude for my three sweet, healthy, happy children. They are gifts. Gifts that I was taking for granted. I am truly blessed.

Second, there is much to be learned in being still. My children have known where to find me the past several days–tucked under the covers in my bed, under the quilts on a comfortable chair in the living room. They find me, tuck in beside me and talk to me. Secrets. Questions. Stories. And just times of being quiet or napping together. I would have missed these moments if it weren't for all this. And now, I see the importance of being still and available more often.

And above all, I am so grateful for my husband–who knows exactly what to say, what to take care of. Who dropped everything for me, and took care of everything for me. What would I do without him? I can't think of another person I'd rather go through this life with. We've been through our fair share and always come out on the other side better because of it.

On Dan's first day back to work, Mary said to me, "Mommy. Emma and I are going to take such good care of you today. No. We're going to take such good care of you all the way until you're better. Is that nice to say?"

It was perfect, Mary.

Thanks for listening, friends. Looking forward to getting back in the swing of things very soon.

where I've been

Today, I'm back.

I've been struggling with whether or not I should let you all know what's been going on or just jump back in to normal things. But I guess, since I feel like I'm the kind of person who's pretty open and real in this place, I'd just briefly and gently let you know where I've been.

A few weeks ago, I discovered I was pregnant. I was honestly shocked, but at the same time, we want to have more babes, and you know how quickly you can warm up to the idea–start making plans in your head about who will sleep where, how you'll convince your husband to bring back cable television for the long nights of nursing, how old the baby will be when the baby is born. You know.

But at the same time this pregnancy felt different. I didn't have my usual longing to call up my family and let them know the news. I didn't feel pregnant except for the little white stick in my hand that said so. (Though soon after, I found myself becoming too tired to do the dinner dishes each night.)

However, last week I had a miscarriage.

I'm doing okay. I feel ready to move on. I want to feel some normalcy again, though my body continues to remind me that it's not quite ready.

But today has been better. My best day in awhile.

But you know what? This whole experience has taught me a few things.

First of all, the day the miscarriage began in earnest, I felt flooded with gratitude. Gratitude for my three sweet, healthy, happy children. They are gifts. Gifts that I was taking for granted. I am truly blessed.

Second, there is much to be learned in being still. My children have known where to find me the past several days–tucked under the covers in my bed, under the quilts on a comfortable chair in the living room. They find me, tuck in beside me and talk to me. Secrets. Questions. Stories. And just times of being quiet or napping together. I would have missed these moments if it weren't for all this. And now, I see the importance of being still and available more often.

And above all, I am so grateful for my husband–who knows exactly what to say, what to take care of. Who dropped everything for me, and took care of everything for me. What would I do without him? I can't think of another person I'd rather go through this life with. We've been through our fair share and always come out on the other side better because of it.

On Dan's first day back to work, Mary said to me, "Mommy. Emma and I are going to take such good care of you today. No. We're going to take such good care of you all the way until you're better. Is that nice to say?"

It was perfect, Mary.

Thanks for listening, friends. Looking forward to getting back in the swing of things very soon.

animal kingdom / DAILY FARM LIFE / IN MY KITCHEN / life (in general) / LIVING WELL / MOTHERHOOD

snapshots

This is Tiger. Dan calls him"Soup", I guess in keeping with the food names we have for the other cats, "Orange Juice", "Blueberry"….He showed up on our farm right after we moved in, sneaking in meals with our other kittens. No one has made contact with yet, except for Emma. But he's getting braver and braver, now even coming up to the porch to sleep on the cushions. Lately, he's been sitting outside the kitchen window on a bench. It's right outside where I sit at the kitchen table, writing, cooking. Yesterday, after much contemplation, Tiger and I made contact. A little crab dip on my finger didn't hurt things either.

checking me out

thinking about it

first contact

What we do with the leftover cardboard. I can't tell you how much entertainment this provided. Simple joys.

what we do with the leftover cardboard

what we do with the leftover cardboard

what we do with the leftover cardboard

Trying to do something with the abundance of unknown pears growing in the orchard in the back corner or our farm. They are tough-skinned and hard as rocks. I cored and peeled them, then stewed them in a simple sugar syrup, thanks to some help from The Joy of Cooking. Much better now.

a moment to myself

Moments before Emma's pony decided to throw his head forward, again, sending Emma flipping over his head and flopping on to the ground. My friend, Sarah, whose daughter rides in the same lesson, said it was good I didn't see it. Emma tried hard not to cry, but by the time she got back on, tears were streaming down her cheeks. Of course I wanted to jump in there and check on her and rescue her, but I didn't. She went on the trail ride, came back on a different pony, but came back happy. She's a tough little girl.

right before....

The swing. The big swing.

the big swing

Happy Weekend, friends.

This is Tiger. Dan calls him"Soup", I guess in keeping with the food names we have for the other cats, "Orange Juice", "Blueberry"….He showed up on our farm right after we moved in, sneaking in meals with our other kittens. No one has made contact with yet, except for Emma. But he's getting braver and braver, now even coming up to the porch to sleep on the cushions. Lately, he's been sitting outside the kitchen window on a bench. It's right outside where I sit at the kitchen table, writing, cooking. Yesterday, after much contemplation, Tiger and I made contact. A little crab dip on my finger didn't hurt things either.

checking me out

thinking about it

first contact

What we do with the leftover cardboard. I can't tell you how much entertainment this provided. Simple joys.

what we do with the leftover cardboard

what we do with the leftover cardboard

what we do with the leftover cardboard

Trying to do something with the abundance of unknown pears growing in the orchard in the back corner or our farm. They are tough-skinned and hard as rocks. I cored and peeled them, then stewed them in a simple sugar syrup, thanks to some help from The Joy of Cooking. Much better now.

a moment to myself

Moments before Emma's pony decided to throw his head forward, again, sending Emma flipping over his head and flopping on to the ground. My friend, Sarah, whose daughter rides in the same lesson, said it was good I didn't see it. Emma tried hard not to cry, but by the time she got back on, tears were streaming down her cheeks. Of course I wanted to jump in there and check on her and rescue her, but I didn't. She went on the trail ride, came back on a different pony, but came back happy. She's a tough little girl.

right before....

The swing. The big swing.

the big swing

Happy Weekend, friends.

celebrations

eight years

Late Monday evening, I left two notes on the bathroom mirror for Dan, hoping he'd find them Tuesday morning. One was a gushy love note, since it was going to be our eight anniversary that day, the other said, "Don't forget it's trash day." When I saw them again Tuesday morning, I thought that's kinda what married life is like right now–the practical mixed in with the sweet. There's the madhouse of tag-team parenting, farmhouse remodeling and long days, mixed in with sweet moments that remind you why it is you love that person so much.

eight years

We exchanged a few gifts–for Dan a wool "working man's" vest and a CD of B-sides for one of our (mostly, his) favorite artists. And he arrived home from work with a huge tree to plant in the yard. Perfection.

And now, for the FOURTH time, this post I've been trying to get off my mind and on to the blog is interrupted. This time by an early nap waker…

more later, friends.

Late Monday evening, I left two notes on the bathroom mirror for Dan, hoping he'd find them Tuesday morning. One was a gushy love note, since it was going to be our eight anniversary that day, the other said, "Don't forget it's trash day." When I saw them again Tuesday morning, I thought that's kinda what married life is like right now–the practical mixed in with the sweet. There's the madhouse of tag-team parenting, farmhouse remodeling and long days, mixed in with sweet moments that remind you why it is you love that person so much.

eight years

We exchanged a few gifts–for Dan a wool "working man's" vest and a CD of B-sides for one of our (mostly, his) favorite artists. And he arrived home from work with a huge tree to plant in the yard. Perfection.

And now, for the FOURTH time, this post I've been trying to get off my mind and on to the blog is interrupted. This time by an early nap waker…

more later, friends.