In the pasture

Hello friends, it's been a rainy afternoon so while Lane climbs the couch and Ben watches the home-run derby I thought I might share the happenings of our Fourth of July weekend. 

We drove a few miles out of town near the Nordic Center. My lovely in-laws, Lou and Dorothy, rented a yurt (see first picture), which held two queen futons, a wood stove and a few tables and chairs. The yurt came in handy during the rain but most of our time was spent outside beneath the big, blue sky. Dozer chased cows, Ben chased after Dozer, we followed trails and relaxed in the hammock, read books and spent our nights around the fire pit listening to the crackles and watching the flames fade. Celebrating our independence. 

We have been hoping for rain and she has been flirting with us for the past two days. I married the weather man. He's taught me how to spot the storm clouds and how we can tell the rain is coming by the direction of the winds. I married a good man. He makes me laugh, he patiently answers my questions about science and history. I'm never too embarrassed to share with him what I never bothered to pay attention to in school. He patiently supports me as I learn these lessons in motherhood and domesticity, how to balance responsibilities and ambitions. And have I mentioned how great a father he is? I'm in good hands my friends, good, strong hands. 

With Love - V.