Peaceful Easy Feeling

I’ve found my happy place, my tranquil reprieve from the stress and sterility of medical offices.

It’s a 1970’s folk-rock playing, back porch swingin’ kind of place. An oasis of glistening aspens; of earthen, piney aroma, where entire families of quail scurry underfoot and hummingbirds dart just overhead.

Husband’s parents have settled in the mountains of Central Oregon, and these are MY PEOPLE. Their modern-hippie farm boasts sprawling, prolific gardens, a flock of chubby chickens, and a colony of pollen-drunk honeybees. Their towering pine trees are actually enchanted.

Naturally, Little Man took to his grandparents immediately, seemingly relieved to wake to the same faces and surroundings for the first time in days.

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fellow adoptive momma, Buffy– she was broody and so permitted to keep a dozen eggs, due to hatch on Friday


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Treebeard used to terrify our oldest
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with grandma
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husband’s parents– and no, I did not ask for permission to share these

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little sister lost a top tooth
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the same twin beds that grandma slept on with her sister at THEIR grandmother’s

I’m trying not to think about next week, and the surgery that awaits Little Man, instead rejoicing in the day the Lord has made.


One response to “Peaceful Easy Feeling”

  1. What a wonderful place to unwind. Prayers sent your way for the Lord to watch over you all during the surgery and steady skillful hands in the op room!

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