There’s a boy very dear to my heart that turned eleven yesterday. At his request, the whole family played a very long-winded game of Monopoly. Oh, my, that game. Today, we’ll make homemade wood-fired pizzas (his favorite) and some kind of sweet treat (also his favorite: anything sweet). We would have done it yesterday, but I got a late start on making the cheese due to the intense game-playing! He doesn’t mind the wait though. What kid doesn’t like to be celebrated for multiple days in a row, instead of just one? I’m incredibly thankful for his life and the intense, passionate way in which he lives it.
It was 3 degrees on the protected front porch this morning when I left to go and milk the cow. I’m sure out in the open it was colder, and the wind chill put the temperatures in the negative. I was certainly thankful to feel the warm sun creep up above the trees enough to feel the warmth on my back while I was milking. I’m thankful for a cow’s consistent needs and the impact it has on my own consistency. If not for Lilly, I probably would have stayed in the house complaining about how cold it was outside, sipping coffee. Because of her, I embraced the cold and felt my own vim and vigor so much more strongly. And I was incredibly thankful, when the chores were done, to head down to the house and see the swirling spirals of wood smoke coming out of the chimneys.