My baby girl.
She is a stubborn one.
When she was a little girl, Grandpa decided it was time
my kids learn to ride horses.
He tooled them a cute little saddle
and built an arena out back and everything.
One day, this baby girl of mine was feeling
particularly brave and well,
I'm not exactly sure what happened since I wasn't there,
but I seemed to recall it involved her arms in the air and
knowing her,
lots of noise.
I just remember the heart attack it nearly gave her grandpa when his horse
tossed his four year old granddaughter to the ground.
Needless to say,
I don't know that she's gotten on the horse since.
Not her choice.
Grandpa's heart couldn't handle it.
So the other day,
I asked her if I could take her picture.
The light was perfect, I had some ideas in mind of what I wanted to do,
and her stubborn side kicked in, and well,
it didn't happen.
It may have been a long night.
Just saying.
But, the next day,
she wasn't home from school five minutes when she said:
"Mom, I'll let you take my picture today."
This time, I let her fix her own hair and pick out her own clothes.
I didn't say a word.
I listened to all her suggestions about where to stand and how to pose,
I mean, afterall, these is her 5th picture she is allowing me to hang on the wall,
Why should I get a say in it?
GEEZ!
Except for the time I suggested she go up and pet old Joker,
which is not the same horse that bucked her off,
but, there is a reason he's called "Joker", which is Latin for "royal pain in the butt".
She had to draw the line somewhere.
And she wasn't going anywhere near him.
She did a pretty good job.
Lets just hope she approves and lets me hang one on the wall.
You never know with her.
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