blessed.

While the baked ziti was in the oven this evening and the squash and zucchini and onion were sauteing on the stove, I snacked on some smoked Gouda and a glass of cabernet and watched Manly and his son through the window as they went outside to feed the chickens and collect the eggs. Over dinner we planned our catalog order of seeds for this year's garden, and we laughed when Shepherd put a fistful of pasta in his mouth and made a horrified face at the unexpected taste of spinach mixed in. And I sat there enjoying our sweet and simple life, marveling at a God who delights in blessing his children.