I’ll never forget that morning.
Aunt Joyce and her kids came that Saturday morning for pancakes. It was a tradition that we all enjoyed whenever Aunt Joyce and the cousins came all the way from Birmingham to visit Grandmother and Papa Lindsey. It was Christmas time, and it would turn out to be a day that I would not forget. Not even 35 years later.
Mom had told my brother, David, and I that she wanted to take a unique picture after we had finished our pancakes. That wasn’t unusual, since Mom has always been a big shutterbug—just like me. Mom told us that we were to walk outside with Aunt Joyce hiding our eyes with her hands. To get just the right camera shot, Aunt Joyce would remove her hands, we were to open our eyes, and Mom would take the photo with my little Polaroid One-Step camera that I got on my 9th birthday.
Aunt Joyce walked David and I outside, with her hands covering our eyes. David and I giggled the entire way, I’m sure.
When she removed our blinders, there, before our amazed eyes was Dad with two beautiful ponies on the other side of our fence.
Here is the picture that Mom took of our amazed faces.
David looks completely shocked. I am smiling broadly. See, I thought Dad had somehow brought the ponies for us to ride just for the day. It took about a second of explaining before I realized that they were ours!!!
Every year, on December 15th, I remember that day and wish my family a Happy Pony Day.
So today, dear Readers, I wish you a very
Happy Pony Day!