March 6

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March 6, 2007

Happy Birthday, Mikyla!

Happy birthday, Mikyla. We love you very, very much!

This morning at 5:30 I woke up groggy but determined to check on Aleyna. Lance, I knew, was over the worst of the flu because I'd already checked on him. He slept with us last night--I simply couldn't tell him no, and it doesn't happen but rarely.

The sun looked so warm. It was not blue-light like winter cold, but orange-light like Spring. It's not been a long winter, but in many ways it's been a difficult one. Being spoiled the first couple of months made January and February that much harder.

But though the temperature outside was only 10 o F, the sun is fighting his way through the cold. Spring is coming.

It is going to be a great day!

***The EF:JMARE was an astounding success! I'm very proud to be involved with such a hard-working and dedicated group of people who truly love the Morgan horse.

However, if you missed out on the breeding to Freddie, don't worry, the KalleCo Benefit Auction is still going on for another week and a half. Freddie's stud fee is only 1/2 the normal price, so check it out!

The Kallechy Family is located in Alberta, Canada. A silent auction and benefit dinner will be held on March 17, 2007.

Click here for further information www.kallecoranch.com

***Also, I'm always looking for feedback on my Not-Quite-A-Blog, so please let me know what you like and dislike, agree or disagree with. I love hearing what others think.

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So, again, Happy Birthday, Mikyla!

Here's the poem I wrote shortly before her first birthday...

Happy First Birthday, Wee Woman

My heart cherishes the

beginning of your life—

the joy of your warmth

your heartbeat,

your perfect tiny hands,

the cadence of your hiccups.

the radiance of your first tentative smile;

They all became the rhythm of your life;

And the music we danced to.

Now, a year later,

Incredulous, I thrill as your

first steps carry you

haltingly, unsure

falteringly away from the shelter

of my arms—never leaving for long

always returning to hide and rejoice

in your independence;

the journey of your life has begun.

(From now on,

bittersweet memories of your

tiny feet and sparkling eyes

must sustain me

when remembered, haunting,

hunger cries wake me

at four in the morning.)

Today and always

Never doubt we are proud of you,

Wee Woman.

(I just wonder,

Why did it have to go so fast?)

***Ten years later, the sentiments haven't changed...

Thanks for reading,

Tori