Every once in a while I am overtaken by a surge of pure contentment. Such was the other night.
It was 4:45 PM, dark and cold, snow was falling, I was struggling to muck a pile of frozen manure out of the barn aisle, haul it outside, and dump it, before racing home to start dinner and get on with my pressing list… when I looked back at the barn and saw the light spilling from the windows and open door. As the snow sifted down I stood there, gazing.
No single photo can show the bright pine shavings bedding the stalls, the clean water in the filled buckets, the horse, cows, and sheep all munching hay, the barn kittens curled up in their cozy fleece nest. But I knew all were there.
And I did it, I thought. I made this happen.
Sometimes the responsibility feels heavy and lonely. But other times, like that night, happiness just grabs me by the throat.