Oddly Megan's illness makes me wish for a farm more than ever. Tonight we popped out to the barn to deliver her meds. A quick brushing and a few treats left us both wishing for more. Her expectant little face was hanging over her door as we left. I can't wait for the day when she and Spot live at home with us.
Sometimes I feel like I'm wishing my life away because I always have a plan for what's next. For a while now that plan has been a farm. Next spring we'll put our house on the market and then hope it sells so we can farm shop in earnest. I find this transition both scary and exciting. I grew up on a farm so I know a bit about what to expect in terms of life changes. Most of them I can't wait for and the biggest of those is having the day to day responsibility for the care of my girls.
To me the best part of having horses is not the riding (good thing considering the circumstances of the moment); it's taking care of them and just hanging with them day to day. It's hard to do that when they are at a boarding barn and I buzz in to work them and then head home.
Sleep well baby girl. Some day soon I'll be able to poke my head out the back door and say good night -- can't wait.
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Good heavens, Debbie. That last line about killed me, too...sounds eerily like those poems I used to write to Daniel in between trips... anyone got a tissue?!
You don't make that cutie sleep outside do you!?!?
I think Kleenex stock must have surely gone up in the last couple of weeks...
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