So every week i buy the Addison independent. Is a comfort thing i start with the police log which thankfully i nolonger recognize any names! then i read the oped page and then always find myself looking at the announcements you know the wedding/baby/engagement page. And every week without fail, there is another person from my highschool class that is either married, engaged or celebrating the arrival of a new baby. AAAAh i remind myself that i am not in a race and that i am not getting left behind. But boy is it hard to find the strength to not get down about it. On the bright side i regularly am able to celebrate the addition to the herd on the farm.. it amazes me how often calves are born on the farm. I am beginning to master the art of convincing them that i am their mother.You know mooing and giving them their first meal. I chuckle when i picture how jenn and ruth would laugh it they were to catch me crouched down on the milk house floor doing my best momma cow while a brand new calf stumbles to and fro trying to reach its "mother" and her tasty meal in a giant baby bottle. For now these will be my babies. And that is just fine.
Wow just thinking about it makes me feel better.
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I love it Alice!! Sooo much fun. Thanks for letting me know how to find your blog and I will now be checking it regularly. I love picturing you mothering the little calves. And your post about the magic of snow is very apt as well. Put up more pics of the farm and your house! Talk to you soon.
Alice, that is a beautiful blog post! I also love the image of you mooing to your calf-babies! :) I know how you feel about other people getting married and having babies...I felt that way too! No, you're not getting behind...you are doing things on your own terms, in your own time. And look at you, you are a very serious girlfriend (as good as a wife!) and you are a mommy to many! :) You must be wonderful with the animals...that would be such a fantastic job. I love getting glimpses of your life, Alice. I think about you often!
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