Tough Conversations on the Fly

The sun is setting on another south east Texas day. I have spent most of the day working with horses and teaching lessons. Though I work out of the farm where me and my daughter live, there are several days were we don’t get to spend a lot of time together during the day. Kylie and I have taken to going on walks in evenings so we can talk and hang out. We set out on a walk down the lane, our pack of dogs at our heels. We start down the trail towards the creek, and Kylie is running ahead a little bit. As we get closer to the creek she dives off in with her dog to try and catch fish.

I sit down on the edge of the creek to watch her and her dog romp and splash in the water, I am defiantly taking several mental snapshots of these moments. These are the most regular moments in my life that make me feel extraordinary.

Kylie laughs and smiles at me when she sees that I have sat down on the bank. Her dog and her are chasing tiny fish up and down the creek and it has her distracted for a while. However after several minutes she trapes up the bank covered in water and muck with her fluffy dog at her feet giggling. They both stop and shake sending water and clumps of mud everywhere!! GAH I scream and jump back laughing at her.

She plops down in the dirt next to me as her aussie tears back down the creek in search of her next adventure. Kylie takes a deep breath and sighs, “Momma” she says. “Yea baby” I answer. She says “can I ask you a question?” “Of course!” I answer, maybe a tad to enthusiastically. I am fully…