For Wonder & Joy

Sometimes when we wake up the farm it feels like a little extra magic the way the light hits, or the way the clouds stack up against the pastures.

Today not only was Easter Sunday, it was a day we got to share the farm with strangers. Having a cameraman show up at 7:30 with a reporter just after an egg hunt and blueberry muffins is not for the faint of heart. We are grateful to give a glimpse of the place we call home to people who need a little wonder in their life.

Today also marks 13 years of meeting Mr. Lacko at my sisters deli. Where we said yes to one date- that clearly changed the course of our lives.

So while we sat through church and I cried the whole way through it- for all of it- the hard stuff, the good stuff, the Saturdays that are caught between Good Friday’s and Joyful Sundays. This life is blessing I try not to take for granted.

So while we were all gathered around my parents table. And while we walked the yard of my grandparents house and we recalled old days and took stock of empty rooms that hold lots of dear memories- I’ll be a little extra thankful that the girls held their daddies hand at church and their grandparents hands on a walk down and old gravel road. And that my sisters and I wiped the dirt off the front porch steps and found the place our hand prints rested in concrete, in 1986, and think to myself, we’ve come a long way- and we’re just getting started.

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