He became a cowboy

Waiting for the last three weeks, patiently, Waylon brushed, fed and loved his sweet Miss Lady, building a beautiful friendship.

Having built this relationship, he got to ride today. For the first time in his very own saddle. He became a cowboy.

The smile on his little face was indescribable. Beautiful! As I lead him around and around, he waved to his chickens, to his goats, and to grandma Trudi on her front porch; yelling "Hi" at the tippy-top of his lungs. His excitement filled our hearts with giggles.

Today was the kind of day that childhood dreams are made of.