Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys

I have a wonderful friend who has a well developed gift for serving with genuine joy. I have been many times blessed by her presence in my life, and the experiences we share are a frequent delight to me. It is an awesome challenge to have such a wonderful friend, because she inspires me to grow and stretch into MORE and we all know how it is easier to just be, instead of having to actually reflect and think of how we can be more. So this week, this friend invited my wagon train to accompany her and her two kids as she fed and cared for the farm animals at the Children's Home. 

Just check out this crew of assistants!!

I promise I did not tell the kids to wear their overalls, Cubby just thought that would be the best "Cowboy Outfit" (I did insist they wear boots, unfortunately we only have snow boots, but whatever!) It was so much fun, and my dear friend is an amazing farmer/tour guide/ horse whisperer! She is a person of intense calm, and that is definitely the nature required when working with these lovely animals, and to witness that admidst a virtual circus of child farmers was inspiring. 

I don't think Cubby, Miss H or Little Daddy are going to grow up to be Cowboys, or Ranchers, given their general reaction to "Tizzy" the itty bitty, adorable cow, that may have thought I was his mother. Nor do I expect to see any of them as equestrians given their cower and hide maneuver when two horses came strolling into the laama paddock. Nevertheless, I was so glad to have seen them in action spreading the hay and tossing some carrots. It was a terribly fun morning, and that afternoon, they all took a nap!