So the truth is, although I did not post an official Mothers Day blog, I’m pretty sure I have the best mama in the world. What made this Mother’s Day unique for me was that I didn’t get to see my mom (she was down in TN watching my beautiful sis graduate. Watch out world – both my siblings are now officially Dr. Forsythe – I could not be more proud!
Since Mom was absent with leave on Sunday, I spent the day as Family Day instead. I ate lunch with some of my “adopted” family, took care of my four legged family, worshiped with our Waynesville church family, spent a few minutes catching up with my Happenstance family, chatted with Dennis and watched a video clip of someone in our Arizona family getting baptized (wahoo!), and ultimately headed down to Dayton and visited with Dennis’ family and took my mother in law (or in my friend Miah’s words, mother in love) out to eat Indian food. Just us. So precious. Of course, Peppy also loved on grandpa Piovesan, and I loved on my nephew Aidan who is just about the cutest thing in the whole wide world. Ask me sometime to sing you his rendition of “Jesus Loves the Little Children.” Hilarious.
Tonight, Lord willing and the creek don’t rise (yes, I really typed it and after these past few months I really mean it), my sis and I are taking my Dad’s dad out to eat. Night on the town with Granddad. Priceless, irreplaceable time with family. All of my family. I have the most precious, eclectic family stretching across the country and around the globe, and I am so thankful.
So what does all this mushy goodness have to do with Heritage Run Horsemanship? When I named the business I wanted it to be a tribute to the legacy that had been passed on to me from both sides of my family and from Dennis’ family as well, a legacy of walking (or for me more accurately it’s tumbling, scraping your knee, struggling to your feet and walking on) in the Christian faith. A legacy of family values, family dinners, unconditional support and love. A legacy of grit and hard work from the newspaper office to the Twist Drill plant, on the Air Force base and on the mission field. No one else in my family works with horses, but I want to “Run” my Horsemanship business in a way that honors my Heritage. I want to build relationships with my clients and their horses not just train them. They are part of my extended family too. Maybe that’s not the worlds best version of a business plan, but I’m ok with that. I’d rather eat lasagna on the back porch with Judi and Steph after a great day of teaching than try to squeeze in one more lesson. It just seems to fit more with the legacy I love.
I think a lot about why I was gifted this extra long trip while Sav recovered. I’m pretty sure I had some lesson to learn (and still do). And maybe God knew I needed to spend a little more time with this part of my family. Whatever the reason, I’m going to treasure it. Now it’s time to get off the back porch – I’ve got some family coming in the horse trailer here soon.
This blog blossomed in the midst of a crisis. It grew into an outlet for the overwhelming feelings I was experiencing back in the spring of 2017 and became a tangible way to connect to my network of contacts that mean so much to me. Now, over 4 years later, it is re-born.