When my boys were just little tikes we lived in a very, very small town. The kind where everyone could ride their bike up to the church to attend VBS or you and your Mom could walk hand in hand and go to functions being held there. One of those wonderful places where they still had pie-eating contests and fishing booths for the little ones. It was a great place to raise kids. There was this couple in our church, Martha and Lehman, who had never had children. None of us ever figured out why. I'm sure their close friends probably knew but they were like probably in their forties and we were in our twenties so we were never that kind of close. They were just our church friends - but they were also my two little boys' second set of grandparents. Every Sunday Lehman came through the door with a pocket full of change and of course, every little girl and boy made the rounds with their hugs and managed to get a dime or a quarter; and Martha, well she babied and cooed and laughed while she told we mothers that we'd better not spank that angel, he was just being a little boy or a little girl. Wonderful, wonderful memories and even if my sons don't remember, they were the grandparents who taught them to say "thank-you" and "excuse me" and made them hold doors open for their elders. They were in essence some of the best moms and dads they could have ever asked for. Now don't get me wrong, they had grandparents in another state and Hubby and I were crazy about them but there's no doubt the importance of these two people. So when I say Mothers . . . you've heard my story . . . and now you know exactly what I mean. Mothers come in all varieties.
I picked up 4 eggs this morning!! Only 1 more chicken left to start laying. Poor Sarah!! I know it's her. She has always been the most loving and adaptable chicken in the coop and evidently, the youngest. But that's okay, her day will come.
See the rain pounding down on the lake? It's rained all afternoon. Kind of a bummer but this too shall pass.
Have a wonderful day.