"Come play!" Anne's voice laughed over the phone. "We'll go out to the barn with the baby goats."
My mother was wonderful at remembering how to enjoy childlike pleasures.
She taught me to never outgrow the opportunity for play.
The invitation was irresistible, so down the road I went to Clear Lake.
We played. Oh yes, we did. And played. And then played some more.
I never knew goats could be so hilarious, jumping this way and that, or so soft when they snuggle into your lap.
Today for the first time in my life I have played with goats. And loved it.
Thank you, Anne, it was completely refreshing. I can't wait for you to phone again and say, "Come play!"
