The good news is, I live with both of them.
Our little man will turn 6 today at about 5 p.m. Yesterday he marked a PV rite of passage: he — on his own horse and *sniff* without me — went with Daddy and the crew for a full day of weaning. I took this picture of the men in my life at about 6:30 a.m. yesterday, right before they headed out the door to roll out with the horse trailer.
My husband had planned the day specifically because it was an ideal ride for Asher. A small pasture, just a half section directly adjacent to the corrals at Ridge Camp. Our coworker Nate’s boy, 9-year-old Ryker, to ride with and to play with at the corrals. And at the Ridge Camp house, another ranch mama — Nate’s wife Becky, homemade-donut-maker-extraordinaire — on hand… you know, just in case our almost-6-year-old had a need a crew of cowboys couldn’t handle.
As for the ride, Asher has stolen my 4-H colt, Chives. Here’s a picture of me on Chives when I showed him in the 2-year-old-under-saddle class at the fair last summer:
And when I say last summer… I mean 16 years ago.
Okay, back to reality. Here’s a picture of Asher riding Chives this past September:
My heart is thumpity-thump-thumping right now. And my nose is stinging for some reason.
Since we’re being sentimental and all, here’s a picture of Asher when he was a newborn last week:
I when I say last week, I mean 6 years ago.
Sigh. How can he be… how can he…. how can… how?
(P.S.: We always call this shot of Asher his “Pat Goggins picture.” Something about the tilt of the hat and the confident grin. Grin.)
Well, I can’t cry on here all day. I’ve got things to do… for, as you might know, 6-year-olds celebrate their birthdays with much fanfare. Buffalo stew (anybody have some buffalo meat I could borrow?), cheesecake, swimming, and a long-awaited stop at Chuck E. Cheese’s (remember Chuck E. Jesus?) are all on the agenda for today.
You know, I kinda miss that roly-poly baby he used to be. And I kinda miss that 2-year-old colt I used to ride. But not as much as I love this 6-year-old on his kid horse:
Happy birthday, bud.