I know, there should be photos to accompany this post but there wasn't time to take any. After 12 gallons of milk, 10 loaves of bread, five containers of home made strawberry jam, 3 bags of oranges eaten, lots of meals cooked, games of all kinds played, snow piled on either side of the driveway in the front yard, for protection during snow ball fights, sledding, colds shared, Christmas lights checked out, broken thermostat replaced, cold winds and temperatures survived, etc,, our house has shuddered back into its normal, boring routine.
This morning, as Paul left to begin another semester of teaching, we looked at each other and said something about thinking we might be just a little tired. We had anywhere from 30 to a mere 18 busy big and little people filling up the house's nooks and crannies with lots of laughter and a few "please don't jump on the air beds" requests.Challenges were shared, successes acknowledged and lots of hugs exchanged. It was a wonderful way to begin the New Year.
May the year ahead find us all recognizing the many blessings that come our way, even when life isn't perfect. Love you all.