Summer at the Farm

Our first summer on the farm. We spent every day together, me and them. Morning chores. Evening walks. Running the fields. Getting muddy. Swimming. Chasing chickens. Getting Blitzed. Wrestling hay. And each other. Arguing. Laughing. Taking a lot of deep breathes. Cooking. Playing the violin. Writing in our journals. Coloring. Picking from our garden. Somersaulting.

The boys would read to Cashen. I would secretly spy and listen as they would sing and put her down for a nap. And Cashen would tell the boys that she wanted to give them both a wedgie. Our summer days at their finest.

Admittedly, I am still learning how to slow down, simplify, and live in the moments a bit better. To figure out and whole heartedly embrace what truly matters when the sun sets at the end of each day. Someone once told me I'd never get this time back. It becomes more and more apparent with every season that passes. I’m trying.

Today, I dropped them off for their first day at a new school. I reminded them how much we love new adventures. I reminded myself how much I do too. And off they went. When I picked them up they were glowing. My three little heartbeats. I’m so darn proud of them. And just to be honest- even big strong mama bears cry, sometimes.