as my oldest son comes of age the tension that comes with adolescence sometimes creeps into our home. he is stretching his wings, breathing deeply and leaving childhood behind. i have some theories about parenting through adolescence, but i have decided to wait and share these once i am sure i have survived.
the other day we completed the poured concrete roof of our root cellar. i have chronicled the project here and here. it has been a thoroughly successful process and one that concluded with an absolutely perfect father son waltz. you see, all the aches and pains of my teenage boy trying to find his place on our family farm are eased by concrete.
the delight i have in these moments is indescribable: pure bliss for me, the wife and mama.