Marking Time

As time continues to move on, and i become ever more keenly aware of the fact that mine here is limited, i am always supremely impressed at all the blessings and pains that can be packed into a single year.

For instance, yesterday made one year since we moved out here into the beautiful countryside. In that time, which simultaneously seems like a blink and an eternity, so much has - happened.

I gave birth to our second child.
We got a flock of chickens, built their housing, and began selling their eggs.
Our firstborn turned 3, learned to dress himself, and got 6 hair cuts.
He also learned how to fish and go sledding.
My husband created endless gardens and veg plots, and fed our family.
A brother of mine got married to his high school sweetheart.
Our first neice came into the world, making another of my brothers a proud papa.
A bunch of old trees got chopped down, and Joe planted an orchard in their place.
Some friends are now beholding the face of God.
I mowed a lawn for the first time. I also "learned" how to drive a manual.
Joe shot his first muskrat. I saw my first dead muskrat.
Thomas saw a baby field mouse, and then showed it to Rosemarie.
I beheld a sky full of brilliant stars,
heard the wind laugh through leaves as if it were the ocean waves crashing on the shore,
and got a sunburn - all in one summer's day at home.
My husband led us on countless walks through a woods that he earned for us by his daily work.
Our little girl grew and grew and keeps on getting sweetly bold.

A snippet of the countless amazing things that have happened in the last 365 days.
Nonetheless, it is so good for us to stop and recollect even the most minute details of our lives, and to remember that it is by them that we are prepared for eternal life.