I'm sure it sucks to turn twelve while you're sacked in bed with the flu.
A few days later, a bit of fresh air for him (and a few pictures as close to his birthday as possible for mama) did the whole Flu family some good.
I keep catching myself getting all wobbly on the inside from the fact of his Twelveness.
He still owes me a proper birthday photo shoot.
Ha. Finally caught the little bugger for a good enough shot to hand out to family with the yearly portraits. She's fast.
I get to soak up more of this in just a week!
Aren't you jealous? Look at that mug!
I've only gotten to snug on her for five days of her whole life so far, and that is just not enough!
I am late in posting these. Sorry, concerned and disgruntled family members.
We went to Brenna's favorite place to take her birthday pictures: the farm where she takes her horse riding lessons. It's just a simple family property with various farm animals and Norwegian Fjord horses, and the goal is learning to ride a horse. No jumping, no expensive fancy English riding gear, no competitions, no snotty girls. It's right up Brenna's alley, because she just wants to learn to ride horses. She wants to own horses someday. I can see her having her own family farm when she's grown, with her own horses and goats, teaching kids to ride.
She's getting really good. She has a naturally calm balance on a horse, something she has trouble with on the ground down here with the rest of us. She's cantering now, fast, so fast I can't watch. She gets bumped over to the side and right when Mom is sucking in her breath and cursing involuntarily under her breath, waiting for the fall and the dragging and the stomping, she easily scoots her body back in, not afraid at all.
I do better when I stay in the car.
Our little country girl.
Four years ago, springtime in our favorite little urban spot at the time. If I had to guess, I would say it was eight or twenty years ago, with the way it feels. Yet it was only a few months ago. Weeks. Yesterday, perhaps.
