I forgot to take my camera with me all week. Grrr. Brian was home this week and we spent a lot of time together on the farm getting ready for and planting the hay. Kylie enjoyed watching her cousins practice roping and riding in the arena. I got to play the part of "flapping idiot," which consists of me standing 10 feet away from where the cows come flying out of the pen being chased by my 12 year-old niece on a horse. My job was to jump around, flapping my arms, yelling jibberish to encourage the cow to run straight down the arena rather than fleeing in every possible direction. For the most part the cows (with little 3-inch horns) steered clear of my antics. However, one cow lost its head and decided that the horse with the twirling lasso and kicking spurs was more formiddable than the 5'1 girl flapping like a bird. The stupid thing came running straight for me and veered at the last second. The horse, however, was right on its heels with the rider in hot pursuit. Between my nieces cries ("Katie! Katie!") and my stumbling and scrambling, we somehow ended the chaotic ballet with me safely on the fence and the cow at the end of the arena. The only thing I have to show for it all is the nasty blood blister I got when I pinched my finger in the gate. I recounted the events to my husband later and all he said was, "Yeah, that happens. That was my job when I was younger." No sympathy.
This weekend was the Mountain Air Helicopters open house at the Logan airport, Lee's awesome Perfect Picnic day, and Richmond's Black and White Days. I recall as a teenager being apalled that I lived in a valley that "worshipped cows," which is the general theme of Black and White Days. Bovine relics aside, we enjoyed the festivities. The highlight of the day was the horse pulls. We met up with Brian's cousin and his family. They brought pineapple upside-down cake and we brought homemade ice cream. Life doesn't get much better! It's so amazing to watch a good team dig in and work together. The winning team pulled a 8,500 load.
The week has also been full of lots of anxiety and prayer. My little 8 year-old cousin was kicked in the head by a horse and life flighted down to Primary Children's Hospital. For a few days we thought we were going to lose him. Toward the end of the week his body began to respond and every little step (a cough, a breath on his own, a finger twitch and squeeze) were so encouraging. I received a text message today that he woke up from his drug-induced coma and they were able to take out the breathing tube. I haven't confirmed the details, but we are so happy! We have all prayed that his life might be spared, if it was the Lord's will. I truly believe that everything happens for a reason, and we all prayed that he didn't have to die to satisfy whatever purpose this event held. His family is not sealed in the temple and it broke my heart to think of them losing him without that promise. We are all hoping that he can be the same little boy he was last week, that his injuries will heal without any permanent damage. He's been an amazing example for our family.
This weekend was the Mountain Air Helicopters open house at the Logan airport, Lee's awesome Perfect Picnic day, and Richmond's Black and White Days. I recall as a teenager being apalled that I lived in a valley that "worshipped cows," which is the general theme of Black and White Days. Bovine relics aside, we enjoyed the festivities. The highlight of the day was the horse pulls. We met up with Brian's cousin and his family. They brought pineapple upside-down cake and we brought homemade ice cream. Life doesn't get much better! It's so amazing to watch a good team dig in and work together. The winning team pulled a 8,500 load.
The week has also been full of lots of anxiety and prayer. My little 8 year-old cousin was kicked in the head by a horse and life flighted down to Primary Children's Hospital. For a few days we thought we were going to lose him. Toward the end of the week his body began to respond and every little step (a cough, a breath on his own, a finger twitch and squeeze) were so encouraging. I received a text message today that he woke up from his drug-induced coma and they were able to take out the breathing tube. I haven't confirmed the details, but we are so happy! We have all prayed that his life might be spared, if it was the Lord's will. I truly believe that everything happens for a reason, and we all prayed that he didn't have to die to satisfy whatever purpose this event held. His family is not sealed in the temple and it broke my heart to think of them losing him without that promise. We are all hoping that he can be the same little boy he was last week, that his injuries will heal without any permanent damage. He's been an amazing example for our family.
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