Today is Christmas, the day we celebrate the earthly birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus. Michelle and I observe most holidays here at home. Being up in the mountains, you would think it would be cold and snowy, and we would be enjoying a White Christmas. Well, not this year; it has been cool and dreary all day. Light rain has been falling. The goats are bedded down in their barns, munching on hay. The chickens walk around searching for seeds while the ducks play in the mud. We have lots of mud. That is why we long for the colder weather to freeze the mud. Michelle is cooking a duck for dinner and making cookies. The cookies are from a recipe that has been handed down over four generations. The smell of the duck in the oven and the sweet aroma of the cookies waft into the office.
I am at my desk with a pencil and paper. I am laying out a new barn to build in the spring. Michelle wants a separate kidding barn and a new place to house the newly born goat kids. As I look down on the paper it is slowly forming from my mind's eye. All the measurements are done now; it is put to paper. We will break ground in April.
As I take a moment's break, I ponder the day. For us, it is now not what we receive this day, but what we already have. A bit of land, livestock to care for, a warm home, and for me, the love of my life near. With that, I do not need anymore.
I am at my desk with a pencil and paper. I am laying out a new barn to build in the spring. Michelle wants a separate kidding barn and a new place to house the newly born goat kids. As I look down on the paper it is slowly forming from my mind's eye. All the measurements are done now; it is put to paper. We will break ground in April.
As I take a moment's break, I ponder the day. For us, it is now not what we receive this day, but what we already have. A bit of land, livestock to care for, a warm home, and for me, the love of my life near. With that, I do not need anymore.
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