To my anchor, with love;
T’was 8 1/2 years ago that I met a sweet boy in the woods; so unassuming, so beardless. I fed him granola bars and apple juice while he told me bad jokes and of his time spent in Africa.
I had no idea the joy and wonder that sweet beginning held; the children; the road trips; the growth; the tilling; the harvests; the kitchen dance parties; the tears; the belly laughs, the ukulele filled nights; the fires; the beard; the parenting; the stretching; the bending and breaking of rules; the homes; the comforts; the challenges. I am quite certain that I will look back on this day 8 1/2 years down the road and be just as amazed + grateful for this deep-rooted love.
After all these years I am still drunk with love.
And for the record, Home is wherever I’m with you.
go gently + be wonderful