I started writing this blog as a way to support my husband. He’s worked so hard the past seven years to become a worm farmer and offer a superior product to local gardeners. He loves what he does! His Worm Grottos are his peaceful place. If he’s home, he’s outside doing something with the gardens or the worms. I know that if I can’t find him inside the house, all I have to do is peek out the back door. His peace is my contentment.
Two weeks ago, all the Worm Grottos were abandoned. The gardens were left to themselves and the worms got no new food. Our home was invaded. He is tiny, wiggly, demanding and sweeter than sugar. He is Baby D, and my worm farmer is consumed by him.
One wonderful blessing in our marriage is our commitment to foster care. In 2006 we received our first placement – a one-year-old baby boy who eventually became our first adopted son - Levi. During the next two years, we also received Levi’s biological sisters – Valerie and Sallie. They are our children, our life. We’ve also been given the opportunity to help raise our darling little granddaughter, Kindon. The four of them keep us…um…busy is just not a good enough word.
Four children is apparently not enough for me, though, so my worm farmer willingly – even cheerfully – went through the re-licensing process to receive another placement. It took a long time, longer than usual, and we started to wonder if we’d be rejected. God’s plan was never more clear to us, though, when two weeks ago we got the call that a baby boy was ready to be released from the hospital and needed a home for the time-being. All at once, I got the very person I’d been longing for. He’s beautiful, fragile and wonderful. And my worm farmer fell in love with who we hope becomes our fifth child. He fell hard. As I type, he’s cradling Baby D in the boppy pillow and feeding him his bottle. It makes my worm farmer beautiful, fragile and wonderful. They are a matched set.
I think that Canyonland Worms has an excellent future, because my husband has a heart of love. He loves me, he loves his kids, and he loves his work. He is so much more than a worm farmer – but the fact that he is a worm farmer gives me a reason to gush about him. Wow – sleep deprivation makes me lovey.