Just like Daddy…

My farrier came out to trim the horses feet.  In an effort to meet budget, we’ve stretched the time between trims.  Our stretching ended up going 12 weeks (they do grow less in the winter)- he missed our appointment and had to reschedule.  The farrier was pleasantly surprised that everybody’s feet looked pretty good.  They were long, but Tiny was the only one who was getting some chips- and they weren’t any worse than “stomping at flies during the summer chips.”  Winston’s feet were amazing… still nice and round with a good hard wall.  I noticed that Wilson’s feet were exactly the same.  I ended up in a discussion with Wayne over how similar the two are.  The two would make a stunning pair in harness or for a pair’s class.  Their face markings, conformation, and movement is very similar!  Willow’s only obvious contribution to the gene pool is Wilson’s long thick mane and tail.

Later, I was thinking about how people always compare children to their parents.  “You have your father’s nose.”  “Your mother’s chin.” etc.

I thought back to what my Grandfather Brown was known for saying when comparison conversations came up… “He’d say that I looked just like Mary Kate.”  He liked that everybody was an individual and unique.

I looked at Nathaniel and thought of my Grandfather’s words and thought of Nathaniel.  Honestly, I’m much better at looking at horses and telling what attributes they got from their sire and dam than I am with humans.  However, I’ve seen John’s toddler pics.  And even my ignorant eye can spot the similarities.  Take out the 70’s decor and update the photo quality and the two could probably pass for each other.  Nathaniel has John’s eyes- that is unmistakable.

Somebody said to me, that I can tell Nathaniel that he’s looking at the world though his father’s eyes.  I do hope that Nathaniel turns out to be “just like Daddy” in many ways- the world will be a better place if that is the case…

About Mary K. Smith

I was widowed in July 2009, when I lost my beloved husband, John, to melanoma. Cancer SUCKS. We have a young son who was just a year old when his father died. I live on a small farm in Maryland which is home to horses, cats, and a dog. I started this blog as a way for me to heal, a way to remember my husband, and eventually I'd like to share it with our son so he can see the love that his father had for him, the love that we had for each other, what a great person his father was, and how hard his father fought to live.
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