Show season is underway and for the last week images have been floating in. Here’s what they’re sending me…
Monday – Somewhere south of Northern Michigan, a.k.a., Southern Michigan. The Three Amigo’s – Harley, Ben and Extreme.
Tuesday – Standing ready to roll at a horse show in Mason, Michigan. Ben and Chance.
Wednesday – Goshen, Indiana site of the Elkhart County Fair.
Todd reminded me the other night that it was here, twenty-three years ago this week, that we made our engagement to be married official.
Friday – Opening Night at the Elkhart County Fair. Goshen, Indiana – Todd’s phone.
I remember Goshen was the first draft horse show of our six-week summer show season.
I remember us leaving the fairgrounds to go and pick up my ring as it was done being sized.
I remember never experiencing such hot, humid weather in all my life.
I remember there weren’t any hot air balloons at that fair back then.
I remember self-consciously but excitedly wearing my gorgeous ring for the first time that night.
I remember after the six weeks was up Todd was gone with Budweiser.
I remember never tasting better lemonade in my life.
I remember being twenty-two…or six years older than my boy is now. (Reality check).
I remember it was just yesterday.
Still Friday night – Jake’s phone. Must’ve been quite the sight, all those balloons lit up in the night sky over head. I’ve had the joy of seeing hoards of them in the air during the day but never at night like that. Very cool.
Saturday – Standing ready to put on a driving exhibition, one that they will be doing daily in front of the grand stand for the next week.
The wagon, tongue, swing pole, neck yokes and double trees cleaned and polished…ready and waiting. Looks good Jake!
Saturday – This shot of Jacob and Chief (the leaders of the six-horse hitch) at the wash rack courtesy of Todd’s cousin. Real nice shot Betsy! Looks like Chief has his sights set on something in the distance…Maybe the rides on the Midway? Maybe corndogs and lemonade! Oh yum.
Keep’em coming everyone…I feel like I’m right there with you. Except of course, I have air-conditioning.
~Bratty But Nice-n-Cool in Michigan, a.k.a., Mom/d.
P.S. I also remember that “little Betsy”, who for a few weeks, was the only one that knew Todd and I were going to be married. Amazing what memories come flooding back when you start writing things down.