While Dad headed off in the truck, I carted my seventeenth load from the house to the car... swags, pillows, sleeping bags, towels, eskies, helmets, chairs, clothes, all for a one night sleep-over. I reminded myself time and again...
IT'S. ALL. ABOUT. THE. KIDS.
And so it was.
Sally had a ball. She was just smiling on the inside in this shot.
Horses were ridden, medallions presented...
a barbecue dinner shared, tall tales told, and we bunked down for a night of pillow-fighting, children giggling, sleep-deprived, mosquito-swatting
The next morning, after a rather wet trail ride (did I mention the inch of rain that fell in a storm overnight), we headed for home, whereby I carted the now wet chairs, swags, sleeping bags, towels, dirty clothes, boots, eskies all back to the house and set about washing them, as Dad and horses made their way back across the range.
... IT'S. ALL. ABOUT. THE. KIDS.