There are certain advantages of living in the city of which the main is proximity. There's nothing like living five minutes away from the YMCA when you're late for a Saturday afternoon basketball game. Just imagine if we had to travel the forty five minutes to every single extracurricular event we have scheduled into our tight schedule.
But I know the payoffs of living in the country could not even compare. Maybe, just a thought, but maybe we're so busy with ballet, gymnastics, swimming, basketball and zumba so as to fulfill the void of the fresh air and the lost relationship with nature.
But those afternoon activities, they still are all good. And what's better is a very supportive and dependable husband who works diligently to provide for his family. So when he says he's not ready to give up this life, which is pretty darn good, I'm not the one to add stress and nag about selling the home and moving to the country but rather I'll be ever the more determined to search out opportunities for my children to experience the natural, organic life right where we are.
So when one discovers a Family Farm, and when one sends an email inviting themselves over to "help" with their daily activities, and when such Family Farm accepts you're invitation. Well, can we just call this a miracle?
So we drove the forty five minutes with the intention of helping. But let's just say that Mama did more helping and the children, well, they did what children are supposed to do...they played and made connections with new friends, with earth, with animals. Which is what this exposure is all about.
In the end, we set another date on the calendar to return, which hopefully means they were just as blessed by our visit as we were tenfold blessed.
Yes, this is clearly an Amen!