is done. . . . and I keep waiting for the fireworks. Instead there has been no spectacular hallmark, just a quiet night and a casual new morning.
This morning all four of us went out to do chores, and we crunched through the snow iced earth to feed the horses. I only fell once, compared to our younger ones umpteenth fall's and John's 0. The older one decided it was best to play dogie and crawl across the icy snow on all floors, she is one smart cookie.
Then we went into town to get groceries before the next round of rain/sleet/snow comes in.
It was completely surreal hearing two little girl voices call me mommy - please don't ever wake me up from this wonderful dream :)
Finally we have just finished eating lunch, where the girls have their own private viewing of the birds and they take great pleasure in feeding and watching them.
