The space between

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We occupy a precarious space - that one between having a dream and living the dream.

Facebook reminded me the other day of a picture I took five years ago, shortly before we moved from our suburban house to this small-acreage urban farm. In it, my husband is holding our son, a baby at the time, up in front of the TV in our bedroom, staring a documentary called "Raising Dairy Goats to the Uddermost." I can't remember the moment I took the picture or why, but probably because I was so excited to move to some land (we were under contract at the time), and I love a good pun.

When I took this picture, there's no way I could have imagined what my life would look like today - but if I could have picked a "best case scenario," it would mostly be what my days are now. I wake up and milk my goats, throw our food scraps out to the birds, collect eggs, and then wake up my healthy, if not sometimes ornery, sons. We eat breakfast, and then I take them to school. I come home to work on projects - both online and when I can - outside.

We have friends and neighbors who make us feel like we’re part of a community, they show up for us - literally and figuratively. We try to do the same for them.