Once upon a time, long long ago, seventeen-years-long-and-SHORT-ago, after a long, long wait and labor, a big-eyed baby girl was born. She had a soft wisp of dark hair, chibby-chubby cheeks and a little button nose just right for kissing. This girl was cuddled and loved and she grew into a chattery toddler cherub. She could be very full of it and she made us laugh with her antics and perchance to giggle at herself.
She kept on growing and she played with dolls and played in the dirt and delighted in pretending and in trying new things. She rocked her Amanda baby and she pretended she was Mohowat, an Indian without a hand. She swam and swung on the swing and sang songs. She rode bikes and ate brownies and {at times} bossed little brother. She cuddled kittens and mourned kittens and bottle fed kittens. She read The Boxcar Children book twenty-one times or so, give or take.
And somewhere along the way, as she grew up following her farmer daddy around and riding in the grain truck with her Grandma or her Uncle during wheat harvest, she began to say that SoMeDaY she would drive the wheat truck.
This week, someday arrived along with her dream. And this mama stares at her chibby-chubby-cheeked baby beaming from behind the dash and steering wheel of a grain dump truck. This girl of mine is absolutely thrilled! THRILLED. This girl who still cracks up laughing, whose nose is still just right for kissing, and who still doesn’t refuse a good brownie.
Dreams don’t always step off the page into reality. But some days, they DO!!!
Dream, dream dear girl!!!
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Your post warms my heart. Congrats on the dream come true.
Thank-you for your kind words! They warmed our hearts. 🙂