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Productive: An Ode to Lil Hen (21/60)


Some days I wonder if I've done anything at all.  I feel discouraged and disgruntled.

Today wasn't one of those days.  Today was one of those rare days when I didn't care that my closet didn't get cleaned out and that my list of to do's didn't get done.  I'll tell you why . . . Lil Hen and Hannon came over and the crazy whirl wind world came to a grinding holt.  All we could was hold and hug and sing to and cuddle this little darling boy.  He's stolen all our hearts . . . 



Hannon and Lil Hen



Finn and his baby boy . . .
I am so grateful for the full stop and the reminder of how beautiful and slow life can be.  The most important thing you do in your day is keep your baby fed, dry, and loved.  Hannon is a rock star mama in every way.  It's so beautiful to see this beautiful niece of mine be literally the most wonderful loving mother any baby could wish for.  Henry is one lucky baby.

And on the side . . . we canned 6 jars of peaches.

And with Piper's help . . . 35 jars of stewed tomatoes.

That's a wrap for canning this year.  And I'll be honest . . . not too sad to see it go.  But I loooove you beautiful summer sealed tomatoes.  You will keep us in sunshine all winter long.

Now . . . onto drying apples.

Life is good.  It's not perfect.  There's a lot I'm learning to navigate and work through, but life, today, right now, is good.  And that is enough.

And he's got me wrapped around his finger


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