This morning when I looked out the living room window of our fourth floor apartment, I felt so blessed to be living in this little village on the outskirts of Antalya - the most popular touristy city of the Turkish Mediterranean coast. The view is so lovely. Our complex is surrounded on all sides by fields of newly planted wheat and corn, young pomegranate trees, glasshouses overfilled with tomatoes and fragrant orange orchards. There are no other buildings within miles, there are no highways to be seen. Magnificent snow-capped mountains provide the backdrop below a sky of bluest blue. The only sounds are of birds singing, children playing, tractors plowing and the occasional farm dog barking. It's very peaceful here. And we're so fortunate to be able to call this place home.
We've been living here for just over a year now and I can hardly believe how quickly the time has flown. When we first arrived, Kaya was just a smiling little bundle entwined within his baby sling. Every day I carried him for long walks along the winding tracks separating the farms. I would point out the wild mulberries, stop to show him turtles swimming in a waterhole, mimic the whistles of birds, and hold flowers close to his face so he could learn the lovely smells.
Now, one year later, Ky, now 15 months old, is taking me for walks around the place. He's the one pointing to birds in the sky, showing me trails of caterpillars, bringing me handfuls of bright flowers, copying the sounds of barking dogs and tasting everything within reach. When did this switch in roles happen? I must have been looking the other way because I completely missed it!
The past year has been oh so busy with Ky's business of growing from a bubbly baby to a tenacious toddler. There hasn't been a dull moment and we only expect things to get more interesting, more exciting, and more as Ky approaches his second birthday.
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