My chest feels empty of breath.  I just exhaled so deep and long i could hear the branches bending.  Seven days of wonderfully sweet visitors bookending a full day of chicken slaughtering has passed.  Our house has been filled with such sincere kindness and laughter, just thinking about it brings a smile back to my cheeks.  And though my cupboards are bare, and my laundry pile has been more neglected than even usual, I can’t stop grinning. My boys are settled into a quieter pace today, and memories of what they are REALLY like are spilling back into my eyes.  The wildness that comes so swiftly with the pack mentality is already fading and for that I am so very glad.  I love the chaos, I truly do.  And then I love the peace that follows it just as much.

This picture is so sweet it is almost too painful for me to look at.  I can say that with certainty that all that are reading understand I love my boys AND I hold a place in my heart for those sweet little girl antics.  Though the specific little ladies visiting this past week had a wild streak that matched my boys, and I find that even more endearing!!

Our freezers are as full as our hearts today.  

And now off to cook some of that fine chicken we worked so hard to have!