I've been missing southwestern Michigan lately. Remembering playgroup on Wednesdays and the park on Tuesdays and the beach whenever we wanted it. Mostly my friends. We haven't been here long enough to have friendships like the ones we had in Michigan. I am sure it is coming. But I had forgotten the road of awkwardness and second-guessing and strangeness friendship takes before it is really good. I mean the does-this-make-me-look-fat shopping honesty friendships.
I don't want to marinate in this funk so I must remember the benefits of this move. Abigail gets to see life at all of its stages.
with their eyes closed, and mamas feeding their puppies.
Chicks just hatched and chickens ready for dinner.
in the water, on the line, and without heads.
Those things may not sound all that important, but I don't know a time in my childhood when these weren't the realities. Because we moved, Abigail can have that same experience. Where the natural world is gently used with appreciation and grace without abuse, neglect, or worship.