
Following my horse ride, the middle child (Owen) took one of our horses back to the stable. My horseback ride had turned into a walk back since I was too chicken to get back on after my original hourse geeked out on the trails.
The youngest boy, Clay, was the one who was keeping up quite well with his two older brothers. (See photos below this text.) The way he flew around on a 4-wheeler was quite impressive and almost second nature to him. In fact, he made it look so incredibly easy that we laughed when my 37-year-old boyfriend struggled to get one started when the kids were not around to show him how it's done.
You've got to admit that the INCREDIBLE photo is adorable. He posed for a few photos in his puffy muscled costume. I caught this look of complete admiration as he sat in the kitchen chair, talking to his grandfather – whom he calls Papa.
YEP, CUTE KIDS! My mom reminds me that my biological clock is ticking so someday, maybe I will be lucky enough to have some of my own... only time will tell!
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