At last, I sighed in relief. After all the ups and downs, excitement and disappointments, we had found a new home. My husband had shown me a number of other places, but they just weren’t right. Our old home had been damaged so badly by the storm, it was unlivable. There was no way to repair or remodel. Oh, but it had been a wonderful home for a number of years. I wish we could have stayed there. No, I had to stop thinking about it. I had to look ahead. I looked around. Okay, there was some rearranging necessary, but that was to be expected. I had to admit this home had advantages over our old place. It was definitely sturdier. The branches of nearby trees reached together to form a kind of shelter. I could see another family settled not too far away. Not close, thank goodness, as we each needed space of our own. It looked as if they had been there a while; they must have felt the area was safe. I scolded myself, I needed to get busy. I would admire the neighborhood later after we were established. My husband began bringing things in, and I began tucking them here and there and slowly within a few days our house became a home. It felt good to be settled. Nature took its course and it wasn’t long before the children made their appearance. Tending them in the beginning was so easy; I only had to keep them warm and our home clean. All too soon, however, those little eggs hatched in the nest and their father and I were on the go every minute keeping their tummies filled.