Does it get more precious than this? Gracious. This most adorable foal lives just down the road, much to my delight. The other day, I watched as he would snuggle in and nurse for a while, then pull away and vigorously nod his head - fully agreeing that that was some good milk right there.
There's something about a mama nurturing her baby, isn't there?
First it's by holding the little one close and offering the warm milk we provide, but then, (in a blink they're 12, 10, and 8) it's by walking to the river with the three of them, sitting there watching and cheering as they skip rocks. It's in closely examining and commenting on every cool rock that makes the cut for the home collection. It's by picking more rhubarb from a neglected patch down the road, just minutes before dinner, chopping it up and tossing it into the oven with some sugar and a crisp topping, then pulling it out, warm and bubbling, to serve for dessert with some ice cream on top. It's by telling them a story when you turn out the lights at night, a story about when you were a little girl, just like they asked.
It's by orchestrating an intentional lull into the fervently busy cabin-finishing process. Just to look at them. To listen to them. To love them.
