It’s Emily’s third birthday, and there’s a party, and stuff, and cupcakes, and 5 grandparents, and the camera. These are in chronological order.
1. Checking the hooves.
2. Discussing saddle styles.
3. A few fatherly tips. (The pen on his ear was to record any apt quotations of the moment.) Mom smiles from the margin of the pasture.
4. “Climb aboard,” a classic unintentional pun.
5. Gramma gets involved.
6. Little Brother Liam (9 months) had been eyeing the proceedings and wanted to find out what all the hullabaloo was about. Perhaps it was the mane attraction. (Sorry.) Henceforth, I have a hunch the word “MINE” will be heard, in both the near and continuing future, by Liam, the horse (yet unnamed, but stand by) and those within earshot.
What incredible, unimaginable fun for a grampish woodworker!
-- "...in his brain, which is as dry as the remainder biscuit after a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd with observation, the which he vents in mangled forms." --Shakespeare, "As You Like It"