So I’m sitting here, scanning the forums and checking my e-mail, when I hear the kitchen door slam and Stephen yells, “There’s wild hogs in our backyard!”

Yes, there were four pigs digging up our yard (and rifling through our garbage). No, they weren’t wild, they escaped from a pen up the street. After we drove up there to let the owner know, it took him and a friend nearly an hour to wrangle the pigs back home.

Oh the joys of rural living.

– Gray Ajah —

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Have I ever mentioned how much I love this kid?

I love her zaniness. I love the fact that she’s an individual. I love her sense of humor.

I love how she speaks her mind. How she expresses herself, not just verbally (though she’s quite gifted), but also through her art.  I love her art.

I love how sensitive she can be. I so enjoy those moments of quiet reflection, followed by an unusually deep thought (at least, for an 11 year old ).

I love how she interacts with people of all ages. I love how she loves babies. And animals.

I love how she is becoming a strong and mature young woman. Our relationship is changing, but it is becoming stronger. I love watching her grow up.

I love my sister. I love…