We had a play day at Auntie Emily's house where we got to groom and ride horses, roast hot-dogs and marshmallows, eat watermelon, and even break a pinata! There were doggies to play with, and room to run! At one point we heard a terrible metallic banging, and discovered Taylor and Harley kicking and pounding the inside walls of the horse trailer. The little metal room reverberated like the inside of the Liberty Bell, and they thought it was hysterical. Forget Disneyland, these country kids like the farm!
Notice particularly the shot of Emily holding onto Sarah's leg. It is totally unconscious, her hanging on to her like that. It struck me as tender, that we instinctively grab and protect the things we love. I was watching Sarah carefully that day, as she was a little concerned about that 1200 lb animal and herself being so close together. She is not disturbed that she is being held onto, indeed, I know she felt a great deal of comfort in knowing she was clutched in Auntie Em's hand. They share a bond of trust, and I love that Sarah would go outside her comfort zone on the promise that Em would be right there. The parallels between ourselves and Heavenly Father are right there, don't you think?
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That picture of Harley and Taylor is too stinkin' cute!! I'm sad we didn't get to spend any time with you. Guess that's what happens when you show up late?!?! :o)
after i read through today's post I scrolled down through these pictures again. As I got to the one of Sarah roasting her hotdog, my brain associated it with the picture that Jennis posted a long time ago of Jacey nonchalantly roasting her marshmallow over a fire like she's done it a million times. It's funny how Sarah is so focused and concentrating so hard on her hotdog that appears to have been dipped on the ashes and remembering the picture of how Jacey acted like a seasoned veteran roaster.
I remember that too. That was a great picture. Maybe they have to act like they know what they're doing so we don't make them get away from the fire! :)
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