|Smiling for the camera!|
And just like that, our spunky, sassy, blue-eyed beauty with an independent streak the size of the Milky Way is TWO!
|Isn’t he a gorgeous horse? I’m not saying it only out of bias, either.|
Which means our handsome, geriatric-but-young-at-heart, half-blue eyed gelding is TWENTY-THREE! It’s a special thing that a pair of my favorite beings in the whole world share their special day. It’s incredible to see how time has flown and how kindly the past few years has treated them both.
One thing that’s been very apparent since Zoey’s birth is that she loves animals. LOVES them. As I train all my children to do because, let’s face it, if she didn’t, life on our farm would be pretty miserable. We have animals everywhere.
Of course, we can’t pass up the penny pony at the grocery store ever because riding a horse in any form is her idea of a good time.
|The only way we make it through grocery shopping: a cookie and the penny pony.|
Ever since she’s been able to dress herself, she has very prominently displayed her very own style.
Among her favorite fashion accessories is shoes, hers, Jack’s, mine, her sisters, her doll’s…doesn’t matter.
Less than two years younger than Henry, they do their fair share of bickering (and Zoey can keep up just fine with Henry) but for the most part, the two of them get along splendidly.
She also is just one of the girls and is always in the thick of things, from fixing hair to painting toenails to digging in the mud to doing chores with them.
|Crazy sock day!|
Thankfully, folding clothes has the power to make her happy. Odd, but I’m not going to question it.
When we were all showered and dry, we started on her cake with Zoey, again, in the thick of things.
She thought the idea of blowing out her candles while people sang to her was absolutely hilarious.
|Gah! She’s soooo CUTE!|
By the end of the day, she seemed to finally grasp the idea that it was a special day, all about her. After the number of “Happy Birthdays” she’d heard, she kept telling us it was her happy day.