It ain't a party in Montana 'til someone shows up with goats.
On Sunday, we invited Cedar and her family over for a cook-out and suggested they bring the goats along. We haven't gotten around to mowing the grass a single time this year, so why not let the goats have an all-you-can-graze bonanza (which reminds me, you should avoid all Golden Corral locations in Arkansas after church on Sundays).
As always, the highlight of our time together was watching you and Cedar play. As is your new habit, you hit the front walk with car keys in hand, headed for the Subaru. But this time, you had an accomplice. Watching the two of you head out to the driveway, Todd said, "I guess we're going to have to learn to let go sometime."
Before heading off on your cross-country crime spree, maybe you could teach Cedar that trick of yours where you lay on the horn with your tummy. I'm sure her parents would love that.
Love,
Mom
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