October 27 – “Ride ‘em, Cowboy”

We had some visitors last night.  Kel and Christina and their boys came down from Texas to see us and just hang out for a while.  Jachin brought his football but the wind was blowing and as far as Galveston is concerned it was a blustery winter evening.  It must have been in the 60’s at least.  And it was 56 when I got up this morning.  As Cailyn is so fond of saying, it was brrrrry. 

Since it was so unbearably frigid outside, we stayed in the house and had some Blue Bell ice cream.  I know.  Makes a lot of sense, doesn’t it?  But, hey, it’s Blue Bell.  You can’t go wrong with that no matter what time of year it is.  And speaking of dairy products, Josiah found a brand new use for chocolate milk.  He decided he wanted a cup of the good stuff, so he opened the fridge, climbed up into it and pulled out the carton.  We buy it in half gallon size, so he had no problem handling it.  When he finally got around to actually asking for some, we turned toward the kitchen where the sound originated.  And what did we see?  There was two-year-old, built-like-a-linebacker Josiah … riding the carton of chocolate milk like it was a horse or maybe a bucking bronco.  All that was missing was the highly anticipated (by me) “Yee Haw.”  He hadn’t yet spilled a drop, so I for one was quite impressed with his accomplishment.  Not so much his Mom and Dad, though.  They burst into his fantasy ride like a rodeo clown and corralled the horse-carton with minimal cries of disappointed from the cowboy and, frankly, from the crowd.  He did get his cup of chocolate milk, though.  Ride ‘em, Cowboy. 

Psalms 36:5-6 says, “Your love, O Lord, reaches to the heavens, your faithfulness to the skies.  Your righteousness is like the mighty mountains, your justice like the great deep.  O Lord, you preserve both man and beast.”

Father, thank you for two-year-old cowboys and playing football catch in the cold with your Dad and squealing in delight while demanding not to be tickled any more.  Amen.