Once upon a time there was a girl who dreamed of a man and many babies.

She hoped to raise a family and find a place for her life’s work.

It was long, windy road that brought her to today.

A journey of what could have been turned to what is.

When she opened her heart she found herself home.

And now as they raise six girls and build a life on the farm, she remains forever grateful to the man who stepped in.

The one who said yes to the dreaming; who opened her eyes to possibility.

Sometimes she stops to pinch herself, to breathe in the moment.

How could this broken sinner find such joy?

The girls in the dining room fighting over board games, the ducks, the chickens, the dogs, the cold mornings doing chores, the uncertainty of what lies ahead; all of it makes sense with him.

This is the place where she doesn’t feel alone.

Together they have made a home.

Three years gone.

Many more ahead; until the well runs dry.

Then, there was a day

where she learned to live less from habit and more from intention.

She stopped thinking in terms of what is next and instead worked towards what is.

She began to live life in seconds not hours. She found the fruits of the forest while looking intently into the eyes of her child.

Her mind filled with the gifts of the day, giving all she had to the work at hand.

Tomorrow’s worries will remain.

Today she will stand firm in the place he’s planted her.