My nephew Hunter’s 10th birthday was this past weekend. We surprised him with dinner, followed by cake, ice cream, and presents at gram’s house. Among his presents were two wrestling belts, one black and one white. Hunter was having the black belt opened, while mini me held on to the white one. Once the black belt was free of all wrapping, mini me handed the white belt to pop pop to be opened. Once it was free of all it’s wrapping, she took off running with it. She was gone about a few minutes, but returned to the kitchen empty handed.
My nephew, curious about what she had done with his belt, asked her where it was. She would only reply by changing the question. It only took us a few seconds to figure out what she had really done with it.
My sister Jaci, Hunter, and I spent almost two hours tearing up the whole house searching for that belt. Under the furniture, around, in, on, in every closet in the house, under every bed in the house, on dressers, in dressers, under dressers. We searched every inch of this house and in every spot we knew she would hide stuff, but turned up empty handed.
She had hidden it very well. She said it was hers and when we asked where it was, she would change the subject. She really wanted that belt. We searched her room, what we thought was thoroughly – under the bed, in the toy box, under the covers of her bed, under the mattress, all around the tv and dresser, even under. We searched the whole house again.
Then it dawned on me to look in the box of diapers on top of the dresser in her room – there it was. She started to cry as soon as she had seen we found it. “My belt,” she cried. I had forgotten she was good at hiding things – my lil Houdini!
We had a good laugh and teased about how she’s the reigning champion of hide and seek, if not the greatest little magician we’ve ever known. She can surely make things disappear. I’m guessing I’ll have to get her one of those wrestling belts for Christmas, if not for her birthday.
For the past several weeks I’ve been taking my daughter to do hippotherapy every Monday. My daughter rides a small horse named Lucky, who has a calm demeanor and is quite loveable. In fact most of the horses that I’ve encountered at Harmony in Hooves are very loveable.
This past Monday, while my daughter and I were waiting on Lucky to be brushed and saddled, we were approached by a very tall, dark, and handsome fella. No, he wasn’t a human, he was a horse. I was leaning against the railing when he came over and nudged me. I then began to pet him. My daughter comes over to him a little closer and he leans down and watches her closely, allowing her to touch his nose. She walked in a little further and started to pet his leg. She stepped back and started to laugh, as she was enjoying herself. I was just enjoying seeing how well she’s doing in such a close proximity to a giant beast compared to her stature.
She steps in again and pets him on the leg, then reaches up as far as she could, petting him a few more times before standing back and giggles. He leans in and touches his nose to the top of her head and they both freeze. I watch her, curious to her reaction and see her smile so big. He lifts his nose from her head and she looks up at him smiling, then laughs again before reaching up to touch his nose once more.
It makes my heart leap for joy to see the love my daughter has with these gentle animals at the stables. I’ve grown up infatuated by horses, and always find a way to be around them. I share the same kind of love for them as I can see she has. What a wonderful feeling. I can say I thoroughly enjoy our Monday’s together.