Oh you know, just dreams coming true all over the place.

Some days are exhausting and hard. But then there are days like today. Days when there's no school so you read books and play silly little games and bake cookies and watch dragon movies and fold laundry. When you let the teenage chicks have free rein of the backyard and you sit on the back deck and putter around with graph paper plans of your vegetable garden and scheme about what to plant around the chicken run and where to put the compost.

And we got a piano. A beautiful, old piano that we all plunk on and will someday know how to get music out of. Sometimes you wait years in between each dream. Sometimes hours. Chickens, kids, pianos, yards.

And sometimes a hawk tries to eat your baby chickens and your sweet 4-year-old daughter stands guard while Nugget gets up the courage to come out from under the laurel bush. Because Daddy told Grace to take care of his chicken while he's at work (because hers isn't doing so well and we're hoping to covertly transfer stewardship in case little Peeper doesn't make it).