A few months before Abby and I met, the Cowboy was away on a job. I was a few months pregnant, and the Little Girl and I were looking for ways to keep ourselves occupied as the long cold Montana winter was winding down. So when we heard about a “Dinosaur Egg Hunt” at the Museum of the Rockies, we decided we just had to go. So we bundled up, packed our basket and headed out.
Yeah … I thought so, too.
I’d like to remind you this was about FOUR MONTHS before they met.
And as one thing often leads to another …
and very curious.
The thing is … I had an Elijah once. His name is Beau. We met when we were about two years old, I think. And he remembers the Easy Bake Oven that rocked my world (actually, he reminded me after reading that blog post that he got a burn from the very hot lightbulb on that Easy Bake Oven … good thing his parents weren’t litigious folk!)
Anyway … Beau and I don’t speak very often, but when we do, it’s as if no time has passed. I celebrate his successes in life (like the day he married Traci … the love of his life, with whom he has two beautiful boys!), and I ache when he’s sad. I know he feels the same for me.
And I look at our littles and know that they will carry the love they have for each other until the end of time … and I just think it’s good to have that kind of love in your heart.
PS – just a few more hours to enter our $40 GAP GIFT CARD GIVEAWAY! (closes Thursday night. Winner chosen at random and announced Friday!)