Late this afternoon I put my tiny baby in our old jogging stroller and buttoned the little girl's coat and we walked across a cornfield to my mama's house.
Because we just moved in next door. Next door to my mama and daddy. Over-the-river-and-through-the-woods we did not. Or maybe we did, but on a very tiny scale. It made my heart soar.
Things are crazy right now. There is an ancient stove on my wood-covered porch and a rug is air-drying because a pipe burst in the laundry room. Everything is a mess and it's beautiful because dreams are coming true. And while they aren't fields of green yet, they will be soon. Very soon.