One day last summer — one of those rare days where everything just felt… good! I’d finished the chores, observed how beautiful the horses are, hung out with the goats after milking, and walked the yard with the dogs. The mountain view looked so pretty that day, and the air felt life giving. A day where you remember to be grateful for the small things we take for granted. I came inside for lunch and decided to leave the back door open to let some fresh air threw. The dogs wandered in for their afternoon nap and crashed in their usual spots, on the floor, on the couch, and of course stretched right out on the bed like they pay rent. The whole house was quiet in a way that makes you stop and just… take it in. I stood there watching them for a minute and I remember thinking: this is what peace feels like. And then realizing I haven’t felt that in a while… or maybe I just haven’t slowed down enough to notice it. And then... chaos. The goats saw that back door open decided they were coming in too. One second it was quiet and the next it was hooves on the floor, dogs barking, and goats wandering around like they owned the place... Just for a moment we all froze — me, the dogs, the goats — like… wait. Is this happening? Laughing, I herded the goats back out the door. This was not a polite laugh. Not a “why is this my life” laugh. A real laugh. The kind you feel in your chest. They were so innocent about it. So curious. Not stressed at all. Just doing goat things. Like, “Oh cool, new room.” And I don’t know why, but it hit me in that moment… I don’t always have to meet the unexpected with stress and frustration. Sometimes I can just laugh and deal with it. That day ... JOY!! It reminded me there’s still a part of me that can laugh, feel light, and just enjoy the moment. After I got the goats back outside and the dogs settled, I sat down with my lunch and appreciated everyone for their parts. Took the dogs a minute to settle ... all was good on the home front again..