Thank God for horses...

I’m bad at this!
I’ve decided that because I’m so far behind, I’ll just stop trying to catch up and start trying to remember to give my stories every day.

My last story left off with our trip up to Ohio. Once we got there, things were pretty exciting. The Christmas we spent up there was my first and only white Christmas! It was so magical. After we woke up and opened presents and ate breakfast, my Pawpaw, took up to a pasture, hooked a sled up to a tractor, and pulled us around that pasture until all that was left was muddy slush. It was so much fun! That day was the first of several in a row filled with snow. Along with the snow adventure, came many visits to relatives I’d never met, or even heard of. They would all exclaim as they opened the door “Skippy’s Home!” (Skippy was my Dad’s nick name growing up), this exclamation tended to be follow by “If I’d’ve known you were commin’ I’da put my teeth in.” The funny thing was, the entire time we were there, they never did go and put their teeth in, and sometimes, we were there a long time.
Over this vacation, I met a lot of cousins, aunts, uncles, and various other people that my Dad grew up with. I also met my namesake. See, my Dad had an Aunt Virginia. She was a character, let me tell you. Dyed her hair bright red until the day she died (no pun intended). I believe that it was also my Aunt Ginny who subjected my brother to a memory he would rather not have. We were over at her house, and Daddy had taken me outside to ride a horse. My brother was inside, playing video games with a cousin we had just met. Aunt Ginny was talking to someone (Mama I think) about her breast cancer and mastectomy. She then proceeded to lift her shirt and show whomever was present her lack of “bounty” while saying “look.” Justin, not having been paying attention to the conversation, looked.

Glad I was riding that horse.