pony ride

Yesterday afternoon was our church's fall picnic. We've gone a couple of times, and each year it's been held somewhere different, as the church continues to grow and we keep outgrowing the venues. This year it was held at a farm. I was not feeling well most of the weekend with an end-of-the-summer cold, and it was raining most of the afternoon. I decided not to go to the picnic because I didn't want to be out in the rain with my cold, and I still wasn't feeling great. But they were supposed to have quite a few things for kids to do, so my husband wanted to take Rachel, knowing she would probably have a great time.

And she did!

But he didn't have the camera!

When they got home she quite literally burst through the front door and sprinted through the house looking for me yelling, "Mommy! Mommy!" I came downstairs as soon as I heard her come in and said, "What! Did you have fun?"

Daddy said, "Tell Mommy what you did!"

"I rode a PONY!" she declared. My husband said she had the hugest smile on her face, when, after waiting in line for over a half an hour for a turn, she finally got to sit on that pony. He said over and over last night, "I wish I would've had my camera." And I wish I could've seen it. She was thrilled.

She also told me that she ate cotton candy, fed a pig and some other animals, made a pumpkin, but not a jack-o-lantern (because jack-o-lanterns you have to cut and this pumpkin you just put face stickers on, according to Rachel), went on two hayrides (one with the blue tractor and one with the orange tractor), and played by the pond. It sounds like she had the time of her life. And my husband said the rain stopped as soon as they got there and started again just as they left.

I'm hoping for the same this morning, since it's Rachel's first field trip for school today, to the apple orchard, and it's raining this morning. I'm wondering if we'll get to go or not.