But this one?
Nope. No crushing of dreams here.
And we shall see. It's always so tricky- that falling in love with a house, that wanting it so bad you can feel it in your toes, the walking into a room and thinking, "Yes, I could have a baby here."
Oh wait. That's just me.
And, yeah, Jessie. Her someday babies shine through her eyes already. Hers and Vergil's. I can see them there, pure as the daylight shining through the windows of that house.
So, send up a good thought on that one for Jessie and Vergil because the house is darling and solid and filled with original hardware and a yard that chickens could live in and that children and Greta could play in and well...you know.
So we came home and they loaded up their car and said, "Come on, Greta," and I said, "Let me take a picture," and here it is.
You know what? I just want all my children's dreams to come true. All of them. And I know that's not life but it's human nature. And I have dreams for my kids too and of course some of those dreams are for my daughter May who is the most amazing writer. Many of you know that from her old blog and most of you know her from my blog. Here she is, my little mini-me, my daughter whom I always say about, between the two of us, one of us is redundant. We are way too much alike.
And oh, golly. I have many dreams for May. She's one of those people so blessed in talents and joy and humor and intelligence and heart that it doesn't seem fair but it is fair because she's May. And her ability and talent in writing are just...well. I know I'm her mother but she blows me away.
And she's just started a new blog.
You can find it here.
She had told me she was doing it and I got an e-mail from her just a few minutes ago and I was already all weepy at telling Jessie and Vergil good-bye and then I read what May had written and I was crying and I was laughing because it's so lovely and well-done and funny and about love and cooking and okay, I'll shut up now. Just go read it.
And here I am, the luckiest woman in the world and knowing it. Not only do I get to live in my own dream house and not only did I already find three beautiful eggs this morning and not only do I have a husband who is the kindest, best man I've ever known but I have these four children, each so incredibly different from the others that they might as well be stars in different universes and maybe that's what they are, maybe that's what all of us are.
And I am so fucking proud of each and every one of them and I want all of the very best for each and every one of them and I am so grateful for the chance to write about them here, to cherish them out loud, and now, of course, those grandboys too.
And so it goes.
Go and get you some May Makes Meat.
Love you kindly...Ms. Moon