Awhile back I told the story of our family finding a pony running down the road. Now, a month and a half later, that pony is still in the pasture of our neighbor. The neighbor owns a local business that many people frequent so word has gotten out about the pony. Plus Facebook acts as the local news in our tiny town and, well, you know how Facebook works. I'm pretty sure the pony has found his permanent home. In the pasture down the road.
Also, if you follow me on Instagram you know that my youngest daughter, Licious, came home with baby chicks a few weeks ago. The school hatched them and several had spraddle leg and my girl wanted to bring them home and try to make them better. One didn't survive. Another, though his/her leg splays out to the side and he/she often loses traction, is growing and seems to be fine. The third was a normal healthy chick. Just yesterday Licious returned them to school. I should have taken a picture of them when they first arrived and on the day they left. I regret not photographing them as much as for failing to document their brief stay at our house as to recognizing my sweet girl with a nurturing heart of gold. Those chickens ended up being a lesson on giving the weak a fighting chance and the difficult decisions we face when all hope is lost.
Such grace and beauty is found in the smallest of things. My children keep me mindful of that.
-dana
6 comments:
I'm smiling from ear to ear reading your lovely post
what she said. seriously.
And it seems that you're raising mindful children, too. :-)
Thanks for the perspective refresh!
Sweet girl. Caring heart.
Nice! Love a happy ending.
Awww. Glad the pony has a forever home and sad that his original family doesn;t seem to want him back. You've got good children Dana.
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