We have a baby around here! A literal kid…Apricot, our baby goat.
I am driven to distraction by him. I wonder why it takes me two hours to cook dinner, why I can’t get extra chores done, and why we are so off-schedule (not that we ever were on, but we always try). Well, yeah, dinner doesn’t get done quickly when I’m spending hours staring out the window at the goat pen, hoping to see a small bit of white romping around so that I know the little bundle is okay. And chores don’t get done when I tell myself I’ll “just go feed the mama an apple quickly. She probably needs it.” An hour or two later, I’m still sitting on a log, petting Apricot’s head, gazing at his beautifully created blue eyes, or twirling his mama’s mohair locks around my fingers.
I just can’t get enough of those two goats!
Three days later, I still can’t believe the miracle of the baby, who was born unexpectedly on the same day we lost our other precious goat, Mary, to an unknown illness. The baby is such a gift, just as his mama, April, and her companion, Mary, were last October when they were offered to me by a complete stranger whom I met when I went to pick up something she had posted on a local recycling e-list. By my reaction to her beautiful Angora goats, she could “just tell” I’d make a great home for the goats that she could no longer keep.
I’m grateful for an easy-going and tolerant husband who can’t resist my own blue eyes. That’s just downright useful sometimes, so I used my female charms that day to get a goat pen built by him for the goats I’d always dreamt of having.
Most of all, I’m grateful for God who now and then gives me the desires of my heart.
For weeks, I’ve been trying to get up earlier in the mornings, wanting to start my days ahead of the children. I think I’ve even blogged about this struggle. If you are having the same trouble, I have a bit of advice for you: just get yourself a wee little billy goat, and you’ll be out of bed right at dawn, checking to see if he made it through the night just fine. It’s a pretty simple solution, really.