each new day

Each day now, Callie looks a little less comfortable in her expanding body. She's started to lay around a lot and her breathing resembles grunting when she moves too fast (ok, when she really moves at all). She's a grain hog and has been defending her dish less lately since I think the word's out in the barn to stay away from the Big Momma. I wouldn't be surprised at all to see twins from her this year; I estimate that she's got about two more weeks to go, and her size and shape definitely look like twins are possible. I've thought that before, though, and she's only had one.
Only. Relative term.
Each new day here at The Salty Ewe brings something to behold, something to take care of, something to think about, something to remember. Some days seems to hold more than others, and other days are reserved for soaking in and processing events from preceding days. The past few here have been very quiet and somber, but as full of life and beauty in their own way as those that will come with the lambs...
It's only a day, but each one brings new perspectives and opportunities to learn and grow. The sometimes salty shepherd is moving forward and finding peace, slowly it's coming with each new day.