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Today is the big day.  Her brand-new, too sweet for words blue outfit is on the back of the chair, waiting for her to twist and twirl.  Her Billabong backpack (in a testimony to her love for the water and the waves she chose a surfing backpack over  Hello Kitty or Clifford)  is on the couch waiting for her to prance off into her classroom with hardly a backwards glance.  Her zebra print lunchbox is packed with all her favorites.   The only hiccup was the missing dolphin-shaped cookie cutter, so her sandwich is tragically cut in the shape of a heart.  I’ve filled out all the paperwork and double-checked that my phone number is correct on her necklace badge that says how she’s supposed to get home and who to call if she’s found wandering aimlessly (or not so aimlessly knowing her) through the halls or on the playground or at the local ice cream parlor.    Today is the big day.  When she wakes up in a little over an hour, her brand new adventure will begin.

 

But, last night, she was still my baby.

My girls have a lot of similarities…they are both full of energy (all.the.time), the both love to tell a story, and I think they both equally love Nutella.  But, they definitely have their differences.  Abigail is more mathematically inclined than Gracie.  Gracie loves to read more than her little sister.  Abigail can play for hours by herself (in fact, she’d rather be left to her own devices so she can wreak as much havoc as possible); Gracie usually needs a lot more attention.   But, I think one of the biggest differences between the two of them is Abigail’s adventurous spirit.  That little girl is afraid of very little (pit bulls are at the top of the list). Gracie is a lot more timid – she tends to over-think things and oftentimes, comes up with the worst case scenario.  Abigail tends to jump in head first and ask questions later.  Gracie questions everything and then tends to enter timidly, one toe at a time.

Last week, we were in Memphis visiting my sister and her family.  My sister, amazing and incredible aunt that she is, arranged for Abigail to have a riding lesson with Ruby & Emmie.  And because my sister is beyond amazing and incredible, because she is always kind and empathetic, she explained Gracie’s fear of riding the the riding instructor but told her that if Gracie decided she wanted to ride to include her, too.

Abigail was over the moon for days before the riding lesson – it was virtually all she could talk about.  And Gracie said very little about it at all.  I could tell that part of her wanted to ride but most of her was just nervous.  When we got out to the barn that day, Abigail eagerly put on a pair of riding boots and a helmet.  Gracie put on her boots, but with a lot more trepidation.  She came up to me and whispered in my ear, “Mommy.  I’ve decided I don’t want to ride.  But, can I help brush the horse?”  I told her that was completely fine – it was her decision and if she didn’t want to ride, she didn’t have to ride.

I can not say enough kind words about my nieces’ riding instructor, Jennifer.  She was unbelievable with both the overly excited Abigail and the overly cautious Gracie.  She picked out a sweet horse named Sassy for Abigail to ride.  Gentle and beautiful and easy-going – the perfect horse for my 5-year-old to ride and the perfect horse for my 8-year-old to brush and pet and lead.

Gracie listened with rapt attention to everything that Jennifer said about brushing and grooming and halters and leads.  She asked questions and all the while was petting and loving Sassy.  It was so sweet.  Jennifer said to me, “You know, I have a lot of parents who bring their children out to ride and the kids don’t want to ride because they’re scared of the horses.”  I told her that Gracie LOVES horses; she’s just scared to ride – it’s something to do with the height or the motion.  Jennifer looked at Gracie and told her that it’s a special thing to love horses and not ride them.  She told her that horses need special attention from non-riders.  Gracie just glowed – she was so afraid that since she wasn’t riding, she wouldn’t get to play with the horse.  I could have kissed Jennifer at that moment!

 

The girls had so much fun!  Gracie got to lead the horses out and help Ruby, Emmie, and Abigail get ready to ride.

 

 

 

Look at Ruby and Emmie go!

 

 

And look at my baby!

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Gracie did finally sit on Sassy, but she was not comfortable and only stayed for a minute.  Jennifer was patient with her and helped her down the instant she asked.

What a wonderful adventure for both girls!  On the way home to Pensacola, I asked the girls what their favorite part of the week was.  Abigail said “Riding horses!”  That was no surprise!  Gracie said “Playing with Sassy – brushing her and washing her and petting her!”  That made my heart so happy – I’m so thankful to my sister for giving my girls such an experience!

 

The girls and I are sitting on the bed in my room; Ella Bella is panting softly on the floor, which right now is half beautiful new wood laminate flooring and half concrete stained from decades of ugly carpet.  We are watching Beverly Hills Chihuahua 2 while Steve cuts the grass.  It is Sunday evening, the end of a really, really long and trying week and an amazing,fun weekend.  It strikes me suddenly that there are only four weeks until school starts.  Twenty-eight days from now, I’ll be urging the girls to go to bed early, crossing my fingers that they have what they need for that all important first day.  There is a big part of me that is incapable of imagining how we’re going to get to that point – how will I find the time and the money to do all the things left to do before then?  Buying school supplies, planning a short vacation to Savannah, spending a week in Memphis with my sister, and cramming in a zillion crafts, projects, and recipes all remain on our list to mark off before summer ends.  I know though, that time is relentless and in twenty-eight short days, I’ll be here in this house, wondering how the time passed so quickly.  And it won’t matter what’s been crossed off my list and what hasn’t been crossed.  For some reason, tonight, that makes me a little sad.  But, it’s hard to stay sad too long with these two little ones laughing and giggling!

First, two caveats here:  1.  these pictures are for the most part, terrible.  My iPhone picture-taking skills are hit or miss, heavy on the miss.  But, it’s nice to have around and I think there is value even in a bad picture.  and 2.  My house is a disaster – I’m sharing these pictures even though I realize they show way too much of my lack of homemaking skills.  My excuse is that I’ve worked a lot this week and I don’t have a maid – in fact I may have what the antithesis of a maid is in my youngest daughter.  And, I don’t like to clean house.  at all.

Now, with the caveats out of the way – here’s the story.

 

Gracie went a to sleepover birthday party last night.  She swam, watched an outdoor movie, and caught two catfish.  Yep, coolest birthday party ever.  Abigail and I were supposed to go paddle boarding this morning, but the weather spoiled our plans.  Abigail was heartbroken – a lot of real tears were shed and I promised her that we would find some time “just the two of us” to go out and paddle.  I appeased her with a trip to Publix for chocolate doughnuts.  (Food police, please don’t send me nasty messages telling me that it’s not a wise idea to salve a child’s disappointment with food – people I know this.  I.am.not.an.idiot.)  This is what she wore.

I know there will come a day when she won’t dress like this for a trip to Publix and there will come a day where she won’t want to lug a huge stuffed hippo with her every where she goes.  I hope that day doesn’t’ come too soon…I hope her sense of fashion always stays this colorful and eclectic.  I think I’d probably do well to try and emulate her style!

 

We picked Gracie up around noon.  Before we could leave, though, we had to watch a play that the girls had created based on costumes they found in a box.  Gracie was a rock star who wanted to be a princess who wanted to be a rock star.  Very entertaining and very avant-garde! 

The weather was pretty miserable for the rest of the day, so the girls were left with their imaginations while I finished some work.  Abigail came out of the bedroom and said, “I have decided.  I am going to climb Mt. Everest.”   I was speechless.  That’s my walking belt that she’s wearing.  The next morning I was struggling with wanting to walk.  When I pulled out the belt, I realized that she’d stuck a play phone and one of Steve’s handkerchiefs in the zipper pocket for her excursion to the top of Everest .  It made me smile and motivated me to get out there and walk!

 

Once they put their heads together, the games got even goofier.  Here they are paddling their table through the middle of the ocean rescuing stray dogs and stuff animals who just happen to be floating miles from shore.

What a day!  I’m glad my girls know how to make their own fun!  An imagination is toy that you can always take with you!

 

One of my goals for this summer is to go through 15,000 (yes, you read that right) pictures, pick the ones on I want to keep and back them up on-line, and try and document the stories behind them in some shape or form. That shape or form may be blogging or scrapbooking or just adding captions in my on-line storage site.  My preference is to blog them, partly because I get to tell more of the story and partly because I find the things I blog are much easier to go back and scrapbook later.

Anyway, I’ve made some progress toward that goal.  When I was going through pictures last night, I found these from June of 2011.  Ruby and Emmie were down for Cousin Camp.  On Friday, I told all four girls that I had a surprise for them on Saturday morning but they all had to get up really, really early.  I thought I might have trouble getting them up, but they all were ready and in the car by 5:00 a.m., excited for their surprise.

We drove for about 45 minutes to Foley, Alabama.  The girls slept a little, but when we arrived at the field, they helped me set up the picnic blanket and pull the still-warm muffins out of the basket.  They still had no idea that we were at the Gulf Coast Hot Air Balloon Festival.  The balloons were all supposed to fly in at 6:00 a.m., but there was a storm brewing and we had to wait a while.  We had our picnic breakfast and giggled and enjoyed being outside so early in the morning.

Finally, about 7:15 a.m., the balloons started to appear over the trees in the southwest.  The girls were so excited.  It was quite a sight!

 

 

 

 

 

We went back to the festival this year, but it was too windy for the balloons to fly.  I’m so glad we got up early last year – it was well worth the effort!