Sometimes I feel every bit of the 57 years I have lived but most of the time I don’t know, or care, how old I am.
I live alone on a big old farm in a neat old farmhouse. At one time we had kids here and cows, goats, horses, chickens, dogs, cats, and dang-near every kinda creature a good farm needs. Now the kids are grown, the animals died off or were sold, and the place is so quiet. I love this place. I know every nook and cranny of the 125 acres of it all. Twenty-seven years I have lived here.
Sadly I will probably be leaving here in a little while because of divorce but while it breaks my heart to leave I know it’s still just a place and that I can be happy whereever I need to be.
Meanwhile I work in the garden, paint in my studio, kayak on the nearby lakes and rivers and ride my bike along the creek road when I can. I visit my boyfriend in Rochester, NY often and we cuddle and whisper sweet words to one another and he fills my life to overflowing. I spend wondrous time with my grandson, Cole, who turns two-years-old in May. He lights up my life like I never knew could happen. He’s magic to me. He loves his Nana like no one ever has.
I have two more grandsons in Georgia whom I adore and miss, Ethan and Aiden. They are so very special and my regret is not being able to spend more time with them. Nanas need that!
My daughters make me proud. They make me feel like maybe I did something right along the way. How does one explain a mother’s love for her daughters? My son Chris is amazing and I love him more than he can ever understand. My oldest son, Robert, I pray for every day. I want him back in my life when the time is right for him.
It’s been a crazy life. I can’t wait to see what else is in store for me along the way……