A Love letter to My Children
My Dearest Children,
What a beautiful morning it is!
Aside from the joy of seeing your smiling faces on Sunday mornings, I’ve come to deeply appreciate the rhythm of these early starts—waking up at 4am to get my chores done before driving into the city to pick you up. It may sound early, but the quiet peace and those first rays of sunlight make it more than worth it.
The sunrises out here are something else. Each one feels like a gift—soft light stretching across the fields, dew glistening on every blade of grass. I often find myself just stopping and staring in awe. There’s so much detail in the simplest things, so much beauty that’s often missed in the busyness of city life.
This morning, after Twitch and I ran the sheep out to pasture, I took an extra moment. I climbed the ladder up to the top of the A-frame and let myself take in the view. What a reward that was! The gentle wind, the glowing treetops, the sense of being right where I’m supposed to be—it filled my heart. Moments like that keep me excited and hopeful, even when the work feels heavy.
“When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, the moon and the stars, which You have set in place—what is man that You are mindful of him, and the son of man that You care for him? Yet You have made him a little lower than the angels and crowned him with glory and honor.”
— Psalm 8:3–5
It humbles me to think that in all this beauty, God sees us—you and me—as the crowning jewel of His creation. I don’t always feel worthy of that, but I’m thankful beyond words.
I’m not entirely sure what the next big project will be once this A-frame is complete. Maybe just refining what’s already begun: building the paddock for goats, getting set up for milking, putting the finishing touches on this little home of ours. I have a feeling this A-frame will be the largest woodworking project I take on in this life. But every nail, every board, every splinter—it’s all part of building something lasting and good.
I miss you both terribly. I can’t wait to see you again. I look forward to the day you can come out and walk these fields, climb the ladder yourselves, and see the world from up high—our world.
With dirt on my hands and hope in my heart,
Love always,
Daddy