I am waiting another day to post pictures of our reunion because Michelle's are way better than mine and she promised to get them uploaded by tomorrow night. So, here's something different.
Stories are part of our bedtime routine. As Mason would say, "mommy tell me stories from your mouth, not the book." So we do. Each night he insists I tell him about Bourbon, my mustang pony. More specifically he wants to hear about when I fell off Bourbon and broke my arm. Oh my. The horse was spooked...no saddle...no bridle....down goes mom and there goes Bourbon down the shore. Always the happy ending is when Bourbon and I are reunited. And, I ride him again (on the farm not at the Ocean), with saddle and bridle and other necessities.
Michelle shared a new story with Mason over the weekend. And to be honest telling him about my broken arm was getting a little old. She shared with him stories about our tree house and the Helping Hands Club that would meet weekly in that said tree house. I have so many more tree house stories to share with him and am so happy he is asking to hear about something new. So, there it is a custom built Tree House by Dandaddy. Thanks Michelle.
