Monday, December 20, 2010
"I'd rather have a horse than a coon hound," Jane blurts between chapters of Where the Red Fern Grows. And then at night she prays God will send her a horse. "Probably not what you wanted," she sighs to me, "but I did it," prayed for a horse.
"If I had my horse," she adds later, "we could just ride my horse around the block and that would be the funnest." She sweeps curls out of her eyes. "And when I pull left, he would go left. And when I pull right, he would go right."
"Yeah." Jack nods and zips his coat up. They tromp out to fill the yard with tracks and snow angels.
A horse. When I was all of six I prayed for a piano.
Who knows? Maybe God will send a horse.