The Keeper of the Children

I'm in love with the book, The Keeper of the Bees. It's so sweet and wholesome and beautiful and lovely. I wish I could live where Jamie lives and be Jamie for a time. I want to see the ocean, smell the beach, lie in the sunshine, take care of the bees, smell the flowers, rest, learn and have peace.

 

Yesterday in the middle of the day I found myself folding laundry and it was actually quiet. The baby was asleep and the older three were actually outside playing. It felt warm: it was 45 degrees! I recognized the peace of the moment and reveled in it. And then I realized my life is as ideal as Jamie's. I am able to be at home with my beautiful children, raise them, feed them, teach them, nurture them. They play well together—most of the time—and they were all outside playing at that moment! It was glorious! I had an unexpected moment of quiet which I love! I was folding laundry without interruption, smelling the faint bleach smell of my whites which I love so much. I realized I have my own paradise here: my home is my winter garden, my laundry is my flowers, my children are my bees. I thanked God for the sweet blessings.

 

Just call me, The Keeper of the Children!