I decided to give this blog thing a rest, once and for all.  So this time… I figured I would just stop without the long “goodbyes”… which never manifest anyway.  But in two days, I’ve had a lot of people ask me to reconsider.  So, Kid Wednesday is back on a Friday.  And here is what we missed….  a big DANG day I’ll tell you.

Yesterday, I got my first farm animals ever.  Now, imagine my joy and ultimate exuberance.  You see, as I just mentioned….this is a first for me. A brand new day…. with FARM animals in my life.

Which has given me cause to reflect on a couple of things.

When I was a kid, I used to tell people we were pig farmers.  I have NO clue in my little brain…. as to the “why” of this.  We lived in the city of Dayton, Ohio.  House by house by house.  Sidewalks, streetlights, and traffic. The only popular pig of the time was Porky.  And he was really none-too-popular.  (I think it was the stutter… coupled with his obesity.)

So why did I fabricate this pig-curly-tale?  I just don’t know other than the fact it was a precursor.  A foretelling of my future in the Land of the Famous Pork Festival, Farmers, and Field Corn.

Psychic Child?   Well, I doubt it.  I couldn’t see the nose on my face most days.  And as it turns out, the prophecy was upended.  We are not currently pig farmers at all.  On the contrary, we happen to be chicken farmers at this point in our lives.  Yes, yesterday morning, 15 Orpingtons came to us in the mail.  Chipping and a-chirping and pecking and scratching.   We have named two.  Nellie and Tawny.  This name selection could prove to be quite the arduous process.  How do you put a name on “cute and fluffy?”

But here’s the thing that hit me.  We are new at this game.  Beginners.  There was a time, when I didn’t like being a beginner at anything.  There is that whole “awkward period” of making mistakes, and letting the ball roll through your legs, or slamming the oven door shut and deflating the souffle’. The faux pas.    The blunder, the gaffe, the mishap, and the falling up the altar steps in your wedding dress.

Yet, there is a beautiful thing about being a beginner.  It is your big chance to learn, and grow, and find something new, unique, and unknown.  It is a time when your brain is allowed to explore new heights, where your senses are widened.  It is your fresh chance a developing some mad-skills in life.  I love having mad skills.

But isn’t this each day?  When our eyes open?  We are beginners every single day, with new opportunities.  New possibilities.  Each morning we are given the gift of life.  And we, in ourselves, are miracles.  We have conscious minds, and bodies which work without any help from us.  We are marvels.  And each day, we can make choices to begin again, and again, and again, and be marvelous.

Each day.  As chicken-scratching-corny-on-the-ground, as it may sound… today, is in fact a new day for us.  Beginners.