My favorite farmer and I are just getting accustomed to the drama of teenage girls. Matt casually mentioned the other day that in a few years when our girls are 18, 16 and 13 that he is planning to take a year sabbatical from parenthood. I imagine that all of you can envision my emphatic response to this plan…
There are times as a parent when I want to pull my hair out and slam the nearest door; however, there are more times when I marvel at the wonder of what Matt and I have created together.
Last week our family stole a few days and traveled to Northern Wyoming to visit my parents. It is always interesting to watch my girls interact outside of our farm and small community.
Vacationing with the Gibson/Burkholder clan is always lively. My parents fulfilled a life-long dream about ten years ago when they purchased a cabin just off of the Chief Joseph Highway.
As avid fly fishermen and outdoor enthusiasts, it is truly a paradise for them. At just a couple years short of seventy, you can still find them spending long days hiking or horseback riding in search of the best trout fishing.
Intermixed with these mountain adventures, I found myself having many poignant moments. The types of moments when you find your heart lodged in your throat and a smile firmly locked on your face.
Somewhere in between the Aspen groves and the mountain tundra at 10,000 feet, I realized that spending a few days away from everyday responsibilities was good for all of us.
Watching my favorite teenager let go of the pressure and simply enjoy the world around her…
Or my favorite cowgirl/chef binding together our family with her antics and eternal sunny nature.
- Or proudly following my favorite eight year old in an impressive “cowgirl up” on a 12 mile horseback ride over mountains and through streams…
The months of summer on the Feed Yard Foodie farm can be nothing short of masked chaos. My favorite farmer and I do an impressive juggling act, and our girls do a great job picking up the left-over slack. The three days that we spent in the mountains were a wonderful reminder of those things most important in life.
A special thanks to my parents for being the rock stars of the Bear Tooth Mountains, and also to our loyal crew at home who kept the farm running when we were gone!