At the end of the day

The end of August was a scorcher.

We walked the fair, breathing in greasy food and manure, while giggling at the first snow cone running down her perfect little lips.

I maneuvered up and down our brook, relaxing and cooling off with Charlie, waiting for daddy to get home.  I picked tomatoes, cucumbers and more tomatoes.  We had squash stir fry for the tenth time in a month.  No complaining from us.  We love this home-grown food.

I felt him wiggle as he tries to stretch my belly that much more.

He's growing, beginning to pack on the fat he needs.

I sit back and feel him, 

Soon, oh so soon, he'll be in my arms, at my breast, making me a mama.

The weather turned into a beautiful autumn 67 degrees on Sunday.

I spent it in my kitchen processing a bushel of tomatoes.

Boiling down for 4+ hours into a delicious sauce.

Since I walked into our new home, into our beautiful kitchen, I imagined this time in our life.  

When i would be preparing nourishing food to feed our family.  

When i had a nice swollen belly dancing in front of me.

On Sunday i realized that dream is here.  This life is now.  I'll never be just Bethany again.  On my wedding day i became a wife.  And in a few short weeks I'll be mama.

I watch him gather fallen trees from our woods to heat our home this winter.  He's perfectly happy working our land.

The smell of fresh split wood fills the backyard.

I'm perfectly happy.

At the end of the day we gather in the nursery to look at our progress.  My back is sore and tired from a busy weekend.

He suggests ice cream.

I see a beautiful sunset coming.

We drive to the top of the ridge so i can snap a picture.

He downloads Dave Matthews live and we drive.

We eat.

At the end of the day, i realize how very rich we are.