Do you hear Bob Marley singing?

As I was flipping through some old entries the other day, it occurred to me that this blog was becoming one of those blogs I used to loathe because it’s all happy and sunny and I never talk about anything going wrong.

Which, good golly, couldn’t be any further from the truth. We’re still having tantrums and morning marathons attempting to get to school on time. And, the laundry—oy! It will just never be all the way done. The dogs won’t stop barking and the chicks won’t stop pooping. The roof still leaks when it rains too hard, and no one can tell us why. And then there’s the incessant beeping from the construction vehicles that are building a school in our back yard.

But, for some reason, it’s just not bugging me as much lately.

Maybe it’s the sunshine and all the new that is peeking out after a long winter. Maybe I’ve reached my limit (albeit likely temporary) of how much I can fret over things I can do nothing about. Or maybe I’ve realized I do have power to affect change, and I’m less afraid to use it. Maybe I’ve taken the time to peek forward at what life is like with children the next bit older, and I’ve realized that these are, in fact, the simple years, so I’d better enjoy them.

Whatever it is, I just have this feeling that things are going to sort themselves out. Or maybe they are sorted out. I’m beginning to think the kitchen is clean enough. That B+ effort on most things is still above average, but is far better for my health than A+. That incremental changes still count, even if I didn’t make it all the way to the finish line.

Here I sit, in a quiet house. After dinner, my kids biked and walked through the fields and played
with chickens in glorious weather. The sun has gone down, and they’re all tucked into their beds. My amazing husband who puts up with all my weird stuff is rocking out in the shop. (See the lights on above?) Most of our immediate family is just a stone’s throw away, just in case we need them—an anomaly in this day and age. We are surrounded by amazing friends. Although there is a massive pile of laundry by the dryer, I have the ability to close a door between it and me.

I’m not religious in the traditional sense, but I am spiritual. And the best way I can think to describe things is that I am blessed. So very blessed.

Because every little thing? It’s gonna be alright.