Awhile back, my friend Brian and I were traveling along a rural road in Loomis, California. We curved around a bend and came upon a charming surprise—a small herd of little lambs playing a rousing game of “Kentucky Derby.” They were all bunched up together racing around the perimeter of their green, grassy field. They ran as fast as their little legs could carry them! And then, when they got to the end of the fence, they did an about-face in unison and raced back the other way. All the while, their mommies were quietly grazing in the infield of their track.
Brian whipped the truck around so we could get a closer look. I rolled down my passenger-side window and giggled as we listened to them "Baaaaaa!" and watched them run for cover.
They were adorable! There must have been about 10 or so of 'em. I had never seen so many lambs bunched up together in one field before. They were tiny, too. Only a couple of months old, I’m guessing. Very, very cute.
So why am I writing about little lambs?
Well, they’re worth writing about. They emanated joy. And joy is one of my favorite things.
But the other reason I’m writing about this experience is because Brian stopped and turned the truck around. That was such a very cool thing for him to do.
Maybe he did it for himself. But I like to think he did it for me.
Karen
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