There was a baby - my nephew. I only saw him through my computer screen, but loved him from the start. In April, I got to hold him in my arms while he slept. I hosted a slumber party. I abandoned all my principles and made two little girls very, very happy when we took them to the American Girl Store. I held my goddaughter's hand on numerous walks over a well worn path through my parent's hay fields. I drove across town with a car full of children I love, my nephew leading us all in a Pete Seeger sing along. I sat in the sun with my sisters and brothers and laughed and missed the one who is still not home.
In April, my daughter took my breath away with her poise and confidence. There's so much I don't blog about, but she is thriving on this path and all my worrying about choices seems like wasted time now.
In April, I started to consider what path to choose for my son. I spent yesterday staring at the registration page for our local public school while simultaneously planning our Kindergarten homeschool curriculum. Does anyone want to place any bets on what we'll do? I sure don't know. But if you want to comment or email me about homeschooling boys, feel free. Really. Don't hesitate. Drop what you are doing and help me decide.
In April, I thought about pulling the plug on this space because if I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing, I have little time leftover for anything else. (For example, right this second I'm on the computer and my children are watching television and I don't think they've had breakfast). But I looked through my archives and I really like what I've written here and I love having the record of the recipes, the nature notes, the little laughs - and it goes without saying - the friends I've made just because of this little blog. So I'll keep it for now, even if I can't stop in on a daily basis.
My peonies bloomed this morning.