[Your simple-sentence photo stories are due this weekend! Everyone needs a celebration banner in their life.]
There were a couple of follow-up questions from Monday:
1. Do we still have Jill? Yes! The TexasNorth roll-call goes like this: 4 mammas… Southern Jill, Eclipse (Ellie), Midnight Safari (who was the reason for our ride-a-long to Texas… we had to bring her home), and Miss Bonnie (just purchased in Kansas). We have 2 steers: Skeeter and Joey… these were Jill and Ellie’s ’08 babies. We have 2 calves: Whitey and Brownie… Jill and Midnight’s ’09 calves. And, we’re expecting 2 more in May: Ellie and Bonnie’s ’09 calves. That’s the TexasNorth herd. We’re small, but we’re scrappy.
2. Did any of your cows cost $18,000 like at the auction? Excuse me while I pick myself up off the floor. No. People, I’m still wearing socks from my single days. All our our mammas added together don’t equal $18,000. But, we do have great cows with great history. What’s more, their babies are going to be fantastic. And their grandchildren are going to be phenomenal. We’re in this for the long haul.
Today we shall talk about something a little closer to home: left turns. (Lisa, I’m sure you’re all-ears for this one.)
Saturday afternoon of Auction Weekend was left open… for swimming, for Sonic, for cow pictures, and for Nascar. The Texas Motor Speedway was immediately across the street from our hotel. There was an announcement at dinner that the Speedway would be open for ride-alongs and tours and driving. Curt looked at me with his gorgeous blue eyes full of hopeful tears, and I knew exactly what we’d be doing Saturday afternoon. It has always been his dream to drive fast on a track. This dream has earned him a number of tickets and a personal relationship with the Grand Rapids Treasury… but here was a chance for it to be legit.
So, we drove under the track and into the pits. Curt suited up and drove 10 laps, accompanied by an instructor. SO FABULOUS. There was a rev-limiter on the cars, so top speed was 150mph, but The Boy was still very very happy.
Curt was not alone in the Special Moment category… I got to witness one of the most beautiful moments I’ve ever seen and one I will never forget. There was a man in a red instructor suit busy doing his job. And, near him always, there was a boy. A boy with Downs Syndrome… God’s favorite people. The instructor’s son. While his dad was busy, the boy ran up and down on the grass carefully watched and very loved by the high school boys working the 4-wheelers. When it came time to push the cars out on the track the dad swept up the boy, kissed him on the cheek, and the two went to work together.
(I’m crying, of course.) Curt’s 18 car was the last to be pushed out, and the father/son duo did the honors. I don’t know how I managed to get this picture with everything in motion, but I love it. It was such an incredible scene. Look at the boy with his hands up to his mouth, so absolutely thrilled.
To you, Father and Son… you’re beautiful in a million different ways. Thank you.
And to you, Curt… I’m so very happy you got to drive your car. You’re a stud.
Next year, I’m going to ask if I can change a tire with the pit crew. That’s my dream. That, or sing the national anthem with Stevie Nicks.
What’s YOUR dream? (Pretty Woman flashback, anyone?)