"I hope I marry a farmer," Lucy says. "I just really hope I marry a farmer." There in my peripheral, I look up.
"Yeah?" I say. My feet propped, post-varicose vein procedure, I peer at her over my toes. She sits on the sunroom step.
"I just hope I get to be a farmer's wife," she says.
"Why is that?" I say.
"I think it would be fun to learn to make lots of things out of one ingredient," she says, "like milk." I let the sway of her words lull me, milk elongated into a whole mouthful.
"Oh," I say.
"Like you can make ice cream and cream and butter," She tilts her head as if perusing an invisible list in her mind. "Stuff like that. I just think it would be so. fun."
She speaks with the constant motion of a conductor's hand. I find the gait as pleasing as her words. She dreams in gentle 6/8 time, all things triple and soft.
Gratitude:
5642. Lucy plays me endless board games as my leg recovers. Win or lose, affection beats quiet time between us.
5643. Craig and Jane make homemade pizza as I convalesce -- and that after he made pancakes for breakfast.
5644. Craig washes the sheets and remakes our bed.
5645. He has the children clean the house and tidy up their school boxes.
5646. He finds me red patent leather shoes at a thrift shop.
5647. We find reasons to laugh together; more of a special bond ensues.
5648. Almond flavored homemade ice cream.
5649. Fresh sweet potato fries.
5650. I read more of His Utmost For His Highest and find true gems of contentment.
5651. Mom comes and visits with me as I rest.
5652. A friend blesses us with a good deal on a couch. The old red couch of many years, and many, many holes, finally gets replaced. Celebration!
5653. Betsy starts pulling herself up on things.
5654. She loves hugs and leans in to snuggle.
5655. Jack gets ready for church early so that he can double check if I need anything before he leaves.
5656. Knitting and more knitting, I continue to get great enjoyment out of the simple knitted project.
5657. Joey finally gets to go to church and help in Craig's class. "I just can't wait," he keeps saying all. weekend.
5658. Jack works to clear the garden of harvest debris.
5659. I still my heart to look into the eyes of my children and my husband and see them. This is true pleasure. I try not to miss a moment.
This: 5659. I still my heart to look into the eyes of my children and my husband and see them. This is true pleasure. I try not to miss a moment. You do this better than anyone I know.
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