I am still alive

So the packing continues, but the house hunting has halted. As soon as I laid eyes on a renovated 100 year old farm house, I didn't want to see anything else. It's just beautiful. About an acre of land complete with garden, clothes line, huge chestnut tree, and lots of room to run. The important things have been updated and rest has been left alone. I could sit and dream about the house and the life we would have there for hours. The house is for sale so we are trying to convince the owners to rent to us until our house sells. They've just got to. It's perfect. Joey is home for the weekend and my parents are also coming. Baseball tournaments start this weekend for both boys. Max turned 11 on the thirteenth so we will invite a few friends over to celebrate. Sometimes I can't believe I have been a mother for so long, a third of my life. I just love it. I was scared by the thought of being pregnant after the miscarriage, but now I ......... well I'm not scared any more. I want more babies someday. I guess it's meant for each of my kids to be 6 years apart. Only time will tell. Our CSA started back up this week after a few weeks break to plant for the winter season. I love having all of the fresh veggies to choose from and the giggles from the boys as they scurry away with what they have swiped from the counter. I will miss the winter growing season when we finally move back up north. I am going to can as much as possible to stretch or fresh vegetables into the winter. Other than that I can't wait to bask in the beauty of having four wonderfully distinct seasons. I am going to take those thoughts with me back to the boxes. It will be so nice on the flip side.