My dearest Rose,
Thank you so much for showing me why I work so hard every week day. Why I drag myself out of bed at 5am every weekday morning, drop you off at day care at a time most people’s alarm goes off (thank you Jenny for letting me drop her off so early!), drive to work in the dark, work my buns off for 9 hours (plus lunch), get home after 6pm and see you for only two hours before its time to tuck you in bed.
This weekend we had an epic time on the property. We pet horses, picked flowers, watched hawks soar in the sky, and laughed as lady bugs crawled across our hands. We lay under the an oak tree and watched the leaves blowing in the breeze. We went on a ‘field trip’ through the bushes and found hidden places where only the bunnies roam. We helped your daddy to pick up sticks in the pasture to put on the burn pile that you made sure we understood was ‘hot’. You helped me feed the horses and I watched as you told Ranger ‘neigh, neigh, neigh!’ with a finger pointing at his feed bucket that you just put down to tell him just where his dinner was. You protested with a loud “NO” whenever I dared to suggest that we go back inside. You spent an hour after Sunday night dinner with your grandma, wandering through grass as tall as you are, picking me flowers and showing her everything that is wonderful in nature.
Thank you again for let me know that you appreciated what I do so that you can live where you do. I do it for me, I do it for your daddy but most of all, I do it for you.
The simple joy of being outside in nature.