This kid is three years old today. From the moment she was born, our world lit up, much like a firecracker, with this little spunky, fun, highly smart, lovely little girl.
When asked what she wants for her birthday she will reply, “Sheep. Big ones.”
She has been a farmgirl from birth (after all, she was named for the magazine, Maryjane’s Farm). She was lain in the dirt while we gardened around her. Sat in the holes the dog dug with her shovel. Fed the chicken and gathered eggs by six months old. Rode sheep around their pen. Milked goats. Cooed over ducklings. Harvested vegetables. Loves the rodeo. She was pretty perturbed with me that I wasn’t going to be on a farm today with her sheep. I told her when she was four, she’d have a farm. She doesn’t live with me, but you know, what is Grammie and Papa’s is pretty much Maryjane’s!
She does yoga when time allows, breaths deep, knows herbs and how to help people, is planning her garden, pow-wow dances, and dreams of sheep. She is my sweet little friend and we are so blessed to have her in our life.
So, here’s to getting Maryjane’s Farm. Happy Birthday, Maryjane Rose!