Cowgirl turned 8 years old today.
I can not believe my sweet, crazy Cowgirl is growing up so fast.
I can still remember the day she was born. Allen and I had not officially decided on her name yet and the doctor asked, "What are you going to call her?" I told him we had not agreed on her name yet but that I really liked the name (insert her real name here). Allen immediately said, "I guess her name will be (real name) then." That was the day I discovered that I can get pretty much whatever I want right after having a baby. It was a beautiful thing. Almost as beautiful as she is.
Cowgirl probably does not know that she was a gift to me, an aid in my healing from the heartache of losing my father to cancer just a month before her birth. I could not remain sad with such a bright-eyed little angel in my home.
For those of you who don't know Cowgirl, here is a story which illustrates her personality pretty well...
Last night our family was reading scriptures together. We always take turns reading a few verses each. When it was Cowgirl's turn she read, "...that awful monster the devil, and death, and... (a slight pause here, then) ...BEEEEEEP!" And then she clarified: "I didn't want to say that bad word."
We all chuckled. Apparently the word H-E-double-hockeysticks is inappropriate whether it is in the scriptures or not.
As we continued our reading, everyone substituted the word BEEEEEP wherever they felt it was needed. She may have started a new family tradition.
Happy birthday, Cowgirl! Our life would not be complete without you.
(Pictures are by the talented Jason of Backroads Photography)