|In case this blurry phone photo doesn't reveal detail, this my a western cut, pearl snap shirt draped over my farm boots. Who would've thought it?|
My daughter was sipping her coke and staring into space when four year old Daniel, who had been watching his grandmother's antics, shouted, "Quick, Mommy, here comes the cow!" I ran to the driver's side, hollered to Dear Daughter to scoot over, and the chase was on.
"Ummm...you might want to fasten your seatbelt," I said.
It was fun. I looked over at my daughter and saw the alarm on her face as she fumbled for her seatbelt. I could empathize; many times over the years I have been in her position. But, unbeknownst to her, I had no intention of indulging in the driving heroics of which Farmer John is capable. It was a fairly sedate ride.
The calf ran into the lot, I got out and shut the gate, and we went home to supper.
I was hot and tired and showered before bed. As I left the room I looked back at the boots and shirt I'd left lying on the floor and laughed aloud. I've traded my teacher cardigans and slacks for jeans, a down vest, and yes, Ladies and Gentlemen, I actually own and wear a western cut pearl snap shirt. I never would've anticipated making such a radical life change at age 58.
Who would've thought it? God is good, very good, and I am so blessed.