At this very moment, I am supposed to be on my way here:
With this chick:
(how does my mom look younger than me? how? how?)
To hang out with this cowgirl:
And to enjoy the amazing company and food around Bill and Juanita’s table:
(I didn’t edit that glow in the picture… it really feels like that).
Nearly peeing my saddle watching Bill’s antics atop his mortified steed:
And giggling like a 5-year old who has just discovered they can leap from the sofa to the brick hearth and only give himself a concussion one out of every eighth jump. Not that I’d know or anything…
Okay, maybe giggling more like a girl who has never convinced her horse at home to actually GET HER FEET WET. Oh the horror…
With everything going on right now, we’re staying close to home. But guess what? Colorado came to US!
Or maybe this couple looks more familiar surrounded by a few of their treasures?
(Yeah, ummm… sorry – that weird painful smile on my face is because I am trying mightily not to drop a squirming kid whose feet are swinging into my shins. It is much more fun to observe Miss Elizabeth posing like a pro. That girl squeezes the most out of every minute!)
50,000 OnceUponaMiracle points if you guessed DW & Linny from A Place Called Simplicity!
I like to brag that we followed them before their Follower widget blew up and it was INCREDIBLE getting to hug them in person! And to see those kids in 3D? The ones who we prayed for and God miraculously opened the doors to bring them home? Priceless.
Totally hoping I didn’t come off stalkerish because the kids might have been a wee bit overwhelmed by the crazy stranger who knew their names. But in all fairness, Linny had one of the all-time classic mistaken identity True Story Tuesdays, so I kinda feel like kin :) Seriously, go read it… I’ll wait. And you might need some dry undies afterward…
So a quick sidebar for a minute here:
Mothers of Curious Children (capitalized because we need a support group) already know this:
If they are wondering about it, they are gonna say it.
And right now, my kiddo is in a “why are you black?” phase.
(Many apologies to the guy at Panda Express)
But you can see why I’ve asked Itty Bit to talk to me about things in private, no?
So we meet up with the kiddos… who all hit it off instantly in a playground.
Until the moment where Itty Bit tugs on my arm and says those words:
“Momma? I hafta go poop”.
I have never been more relieved to hear those words in my LIFE!
I excuse us and we head to the facilities.
I kid you not…
The kid drops trou, jumps onto the seat, and says,
“I get a smiley”
For what honey?
Because I didn’t say, “Hey! You’re black!”
Lord, I apologize.
I might be deaf, but I’m certain I heard snorts from several occupied stalls.
And guess what?
The playdate ended with Itty Bit inconsolable about leaving their littlest princess.
Truth be told, I was already wondering when we could meet again.
Thank you dear friends, for making time for us in your busy trip. Thank you to your soldier for letting us borrow you for a few hugs. I smile every single time I see a pink ribbon:
(Yeah, read that again… and imagine it said in a church service, hee hee!)
Continuing to pray for Karl (updates here), knowing God can do these miracles.
Now… wouldn’t you be scared to meet us if we pulled off a bloggy road trip??? :)