My mom, dad and brother visited this week and left this afternoon. We had a lovely visit, but as always, it is hard to say goodbye again, and I’m left feeling a little melancholy and forlorn. Suddenly the idea of raising a family here in Tennessee (away from my native Mississippi) seems so lonely. But this is the place we have happened upon, and here we are. It’s storming outside and Jesse is playing music in here. Here we are, for the time being–our little family, trying to make a house a home.
As Marilla Cuthbert would be quick to remind us, those who soar to the highest heights also plunge to the deepest depths. Maybe some plum puffs will soothe my downcast spirits.
Love from a forlorn Rabbit Wife,
Mary Ann