The End of the Chapter

Today is my youngest child's birthday. He is turning 12. In our Faith, he will receive the Priesthood on Sunday and be ordained to the office of Deacon. He is pretty excited for his ordination, checking and double checking with himself on his worthiness to hold the Priesthood of God. He is a good boy. I feel blessed to be his mother.

I'm pretty excited too, but it's also bittersweet. This is my last child to turn 12. My last child to have remarkable milestones. I miss having small ones about.

We have seven children. We've been married 27 years. The chapter on childhood is near the end. I'm looking forward in one sense to the chapter on Grandmothering, but I'm only 47. I am not ready to surrender to the Autumn of my life just yet. I wish my granddaughter lived closer so I could practice more at BEING a grandmother. I'm not really sure how it goes. I mean, I had two grandmothers, one was the *fussy* grandma, and the other was a dream grandma but I'm not them, and I have to find how it all works for myself. I suppose I'll muddle through well enough.

The Chick that Lived

Katelyn took this photo. We submitted it to Hobby Farm magazine, we are hoping they put it in the subscriber section of photos.

She did end up dying, but Katelyn worked really hard to see that it didn't happen.

The Journey Begins

Welcome to my world!
I have wholly arrived in the 21st century with my first blog!
I'm excited to share my thoughts and feelings as we journey together through the pages of our lives.
I also plan to post photos, and snippets of poetry that I love.
I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I am a homeschool mom of 7 children, three of whom still live at home.
I am the grandmother of 1+. The + will be born sometime in September.


I am a farmer girl wanna be, and this has been a hectic week on our little farm.
I was gone to Girls Camp for most of the week. Coming home Saturday morning, we discovered 3 baby chicks under our broody hen.
Sunday after Church, we discovered my 6yo ewe had died. This was quite traumatic, and the little bummer lamb we raised to be her friend was now alone.
Then, my 17yo daughter found another chick hatching. Well, she *thought* it was in distress, so she *helped* it come out of it's shell. She was beside herself when I told her it was SUPPOSED to struggle and look like a dead rat for awhile. SO, for the remainder of the day she was working on chick physical therapy. She wiggled, pushed, pulled and whatever else she could think of to rehabilitate the doomed chick.
I am happy to report that as of 11:00 PM Sunday, the chick was out of the woods. Now, when she comes home from work the little thing knows, and starts chirping madly. It is quite hilarious!

As I contemplate the cirlcle of life that has played itself out here the last few days, I am continually reminded of the love our Heavenly Father has for us. How a simple prayer brought His love into play.