From the Forest to the Prairie

It's no secret, I've struggled a bit with this move.  The once self-proclaimed gypsie was apparently tamed by a tiny farm in the forest.  There have been a lot of tears.  Despite the tears this adventure has quite beautiful.  The prairie is not the forest BUT the sunrises and sunsets here are unmatched.  A flaming sky each evening and rose-glowing grace each morning is surely the signature of our Creator!  The love of the Father will sustain me. And regardless of where you live, when babies come so comes joy.  I will choose gratitude.  Because kidding also means milk followed by cheese.  Cheese makes everything better.  So do kittens...