My baby is 8 months. My eldest is 8 years. It’s nice to see them together. I call them my book ends but my middles don’t like that. They claim they are not books. And they’re not.(My second is very literal, she corrects me nearly everyday on some slight offense of mine and nearly every time she is right and I am wrong.) But it’s nice to see the bookends together. The oldest holding the youngest and I say so despite the middles’ protests.
So we aren’t moving South. We are staying put. Which is exciting too, since we love our Parish and are becoming rather settled. I still miss the South. I hate cold weather, but have learned to immerse myself in books, poetry, writing, and growing our little home- run book business (which is doing rather well.)
We have also joined the local 4-h pony club and it’s been a hit with my two oldest.
My husband got a promotion at work and has been traveling quite a bit because of it. To be honest, I like it when he travels. I miss him, but it’s also nice to chat on the phone at night, text and send each other cute emails or rather I send him cute emails. It’s like dating again, and when he does come home, everything settles so nice and cozy around his homecoming. The girls run up and give him hugs and his deep voice comforts us all and smooths away our daily troubles, Daddy’s home.