I didn’t see Emma for most of the day yesterday. She turns into something closer to a fifteen year old during these kinds of events–running with the "big girls", hanging out near the ponies and only checking in with me when she needs me to hold something for her so she has more freedom to run.
I often introduce myself to her at the end of the day, "Hello, Emma. I’m you’re mother. Remember me? It’s nice to meet you." Then, she collapses into my arms and I’m left with a basket case of a child that needs to be "pajama-ed", teeth brushed, face washed and carried off to bed.
It was a good day–horses, nature hikes, world class barbecue, bluegrass, artists, local cream…all in the name of land conservation. And there’s a good story in it all, too. But I’ll save that for tomorrow–everyone is emerging from naps and dinner prep calls….