I know I don’t talk about my Daddy here at all. But there are reasons.
My Daddy is amazing and brilliant and I am still a daddy’s girl at 45 years old. My Daddy also has in-operable terminal cancer. I have been able to spend the past 6 years with him because he is brave and noble and awesome and can SUCK IT UP SOLDIER and deal with all the BS that goes with his diagnosis & treatment. So yeah, every moment I can spend with my Daddy counts. HUGE.
This particular day? GREAT.
He was able to forget the big C for just awhile.
He left the farm for the big city in the early 60’s, so it’s been a very long time since he has seen a Shetland pony and her 1 ft tall baby.
Seriously ~ 12 inches at the shoulder ~ it was so cute, but the bull in the background was all “if I could get to you, I would be your worst nightmare”.
We talked and laughed and for that I am thankful.
That is what life and family and finding some zen is all about.
Have a ridiculously amazing day.