The Ghost of Christmas Future

Nashville Son and his family arrived Sunday afternoon to spend Thanksgiving week with us. That means Pony Pals Julie and Kate, along with Cow Poke Susie, are here, too!

After everyone had gotten in the door and had a few moments to recuperate from the long drive from Tennessee, Julie and Kate asked if they could see my unicorns. I don't have many but I do have a few so I took them upstairs to my office.

Julie and Kate were so excited to see all the horses, and were especially attracted to the colorful ones. They were very good about pointing to one they wanted to see and then asking me to get it off the shelf for them.

They especially liked my Running Stallions - four of the nine they selected were from that mold. (The orange pail is holding some Mini Whinnies that Kate had been playing with downstairs.)

Kate wanted to see horse after horse, but Julie just wanted to hold two of them, the Stardust and St. Moritz. (Julie was with me when my St. Moritz arrived. ) I have a note on its tag with her name and will give it to her when she is older. (Or, as my kids said about the tablecloths, "When the time comes...")

I'll admit, I was holding my breath at times as I shared some of my collection with the Pony Pals. But as I listened to the absolute delight in their voices, the exclamations of Oooos and Ahhhhs as they excitedly pointed out one piece after another, I let that breath out and remembered that I wanted them to appreciate my collection. I wanted them to make memories with me and to have that love of horses as a thread intertwined between us and then in their memories when I am gone. 

The Ghost of Christmas Future (a happier one than Dickens' portrayal) seemed to be standing at my shoulder. And it was smiling.