Dear Small Town,
You know how some teenage girls dream of big cities and moving far, far away? I don’t ever remember doing that. I’m sure I had visions for how my life would turn out that might not exactly mirror what I see today, but I never lamented my smaller than average circle. I dreamed of wide open spaces, red barns and family.
Dear Pop & Granmom,
Your house was one of my most favorite places to spend time as a child. The vast number of sand buckets, filled with strawberries, that we toted up the front porch steps were too many to count. I remember lazy days on the screened porch, too tall sycamore trees and rope swings. Some of my favorite stories still revolve around fishing in the pond and hearing Pop call the cows.
Dear Marley,
You did good. First time mamas are always fun to watch and that doesn’t change just because you’re a cow. We tried so hard to get a close up of you and that baby, but you were showing us who was boss and keeping yourself between us and the baby at all times.
Dear Snowflake,
I hope you aren’t traumatized by your name. The girls had settled on Lulu, but were surprised to find you a bull when we arrived! You are bright white and Pop was thinking we should call you Snowball, but we went with Snowflake instead. I’m sorry your mom pooped on your head while you were nursing. I can see that might be a little hard to deal with. My girls thought it was pretty much the best thing that happened all day.
Dear pastures and blue skies and crisp air,
Thank you for a beautiful Sunday afternoon.
