We are alive.
Living in chaos.
Arms wide out.
Loving these skys.
Loving this land.
Getting used to picking ticks.
Often in pajamas.
Sometimes in tutus.
(okay, the last two are pretty much just Nellie.)
Mixing the old with this new.
Hanging out at the beach.
After a day at work and school.
The usual life.
Waiting for soccer practice.
Enjoying an elk roast from the crockpot.
Crunching on some freshly picked spinach.
Running to the garden to pick rhubarb.
Me loving the enthusiastic help.
Love this life that is feeling an awful lot like play.