Yesterday was one of those days when all is right in my world. (ok, except for this virus which has decided to move in and set up house in me) The weather was great and we spent alot of time outside. Macy was on her horse loping across the pasture and Dillon was on his new dirt bike practicing his motocross skills. Both of my kids were fulfilling their "need for speed" in their own way. Macy looks so graceful and beautiful and care free when she is on Appy. She rides him to one end of the pasture, turns, then yee haw, she sinks spur and away they go, all that wild hair blowing every which way and grinning from ear to ear. This is her "thing". She saw a t-shirt that said "I'd rather be at the stall than at the mall", she wants it. Dillon has a brand new Honda CRF50 dirtbike. I have ten new gray hairs. Riding it in the pasture is a taste of freedom and independance that he hasn't really had before. We told him, Go...go ride where you want to. His little eyes just twinkled and off he went, leaving me and Chris to sit and watch and worry. Thats our job, right? Helping them create their own paths? Ouch. The glorious pain of parenthood strikes again.
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