Dear Mother Jaskey,
I wish I could show you our glorious world this morning. After a blizzard yesterday the sky is clear and grey with small streaks of cream and pink in the east as we wait for the sunrise. Everything is calm now. The vehicles and bikes are layered with a thick icing of snow.
Inside our house the heaters hum and everywhere are signs of family life; blankets and cushions strewn about the living room, empty coffee mugs and books and toys.
How blessed we are to have a home, a sanctuary to go to. Just us. Gathered together. Where we can say how we feel without fear or favor of man. Where we laugh at our own jokes. Where we talk about hard things. And teach good things.
The boys have been working in Outlook this last week on some cementing jobs but yesterday already work was canceled because of the storm, as well as school. Well, this morning at 7 Colby flew out the door to a fire call and Pat left shortly thereafter to the same fire. He's not on the fire department but Jason called and asked him to come.
And so a new week starts. Here's wishing you courage and strength for whatever you face.
Love
Jo
P.S. Its one year since Aunty Rosalee died. And what a century its been. Aren't you thankful that she's safe at home?
P.P.S. I'm also thankful that you are feeling so well despite the fact that you have Covid. And that you can be safe and cozy in your own home with all your children only a WhatsApp away.
P.P.P.S. Talking about home, can you smell the coffee? Its waiting for me.
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