and so is my dirty laundry basket, but I’m going to continue ignoring it for just one more nap time so I can get a post written. : )
My parents were here for two, magical weeks and after saying goodbye and safe travels I walked through the airport ugly crying while strangers politely looked away. We are making a home here in Massachusetts and have been luckier than I could have imagined in finding the most wonderful neighbors and friends, but there’s just something about having your mom and dad around that takes home to a different level.
While they were here, my mom cleaned everything (meaning everything is now cleaner than I will ever be able to make anything in my entire life), my dad sanded the crib (a project I desperately wanted done, but was likely never going to actually do in time for my sweet Sunshine to sleep in it again), I got the pantry table primed and painted (there are many mistakes but I am ridiculously proud of my handiwork!), and I got the changing table/dresser primed. We also ate a lot of food, talked until our voices went hoarse, laughed like hyenas, and drank a number of mimosas (what number, I’m not exactly sure, our counting got a bit iffy.) Needless to say, I was not ready to see them go and I cannot wait to see them again.
In the midst of that visit, my little love and I jetted down to Pensacola and spent a couple (literally two) days on the beach with a few of her namesakes. That little stretch of the Gulf is, without question, my favorite slice of water on this earth. My dad grew up in that area and we’ve been going back to spend time with family in beach houses there since I can remember. I have no accurate description for how good it felt to watch her love and be loved by the people I love most or how happy it made me when she grabbed my finger and walked straight into the Gulf like they were old friends. So I’ll just leave it at that. : )
Now, we are facing the monumental task (which is actually what feels like 10,000 smaller tasks that equal the one, big one) of getting my horses from Idaho to Massachusetts. I’m worried about everything. I’m worried about getting the barn ready. I’m worried about putting them in a barn when two of the three of them have never really had that experience. I’m worried about the trip and how they’ll handle it physically. I’m worried about getting a good enough fence up. I’m worried about getting water to the barn in a way that it won’t burst pipes during the long, cold winters and I’m worried about what will happen when (not if, mind you, but when) Tristan somehow escapes (as he has from EVERY SINGLE ENCLOSURE we have ever put him in). I’m just plain worried.
Yet again, in the midst of all my fears, we are surrounded by incredible people. The neighbors have all offered to help and rustled up people they know to help us as well. Our friend Doug flew in from Oregon this week to help us out. And, I’ve recruited two of my closest horse-girl posse to help me figure out how in the heck I’m going to get them from point A to point B as safely, happily, and inexpensively as possible. Bottom line: I could not do this alone and I count myself beyond blessed that I don’t even have to try. Have I ever mentioned how much I love my friends and family? Probably not, because I don’t have words for that either. <3<3<3
So that’s what July-September are all about: horses, horses, horses! I’ll do my best to keep sharing updates about what we find in the barn and how progress is going. As always, wish us luck! We have a long way to go and a short time to get there. : )