What do you do when the little tiny baby they put in your arms suddenly turns into a five year old little lady and you've hardly had time to catch your breath
somwhere in between when all this change and growth was going on?
What do you do when you transition from diapers to dollhouses,
from nighttime feedings to bedtime chats, from crawling to cowgirls?
You bake a Peppermint Pinto Pony birthday cake and invite all the other
cowboys/cowgirls in the neighborhood to celebrate.
And you make peace with the fact that there is no catching your breath in this line of work....
there is only the trick of trying to stay in the saddle.