Hey, Mom! How are you? I’m ok, I suppose, but I did have a cry fest on the way home yesterday to the background of Ed Sheeran’s Visiting Hours song. I really wish that there would be visiting hours wherever you are. I imagine you and Dad sitting together and watching the little family you started so long ago. I know you weren’t on great terms in life, but in afterlife, I like to think you would be friends. I like to think that you have shared the stories of things he missed, like the pulpy orange juice story. And if I could come for my own visit, I wouldn’t have to type out the diary of my life in hopes that you will see it. But until visits are established, I will see you in my dreams and talk to you via this blog.
I’m happy to report that the second day of horses went much better. It was dicey at first. Ramsey screamed when we drove up to the corral. But I got in the back to hug her and help her with her gear. She seemed hesitant to go to the corral, stalling by making a quick trip to the porta potty. But she did get on her horse and ride without complaint. The horse she rode is River.
If you can believe it, Ramsey has finally started playing with dolls and a doll house. For some reason, she picked up this little Cabbage Patch baby and decided to mother it. She said it’s name is Kitty (because of the cat costume), and she had a ball feeding and changing and bottling this little thing. She even used a storage bin as a pretend bathtub and crib. She would have made a good big sister. I’m not sure I could have been a good mommy to another little one. Maybe that’s why we chose to get Dandi instead.
Speaking of Dandi, here’s a pic of the spoiled golden girl. I still love her to pieces even if I have rotted her.
That’s all I have for now. I love you, Mom. If you do see Dad, I hope you’ll give him a hug for me.
Hey, Mom! How are you? 