Busy. How is it that we all get so busy this time of year? We’re supposed to be preparing, anticipating, and readying ourselves for the most amazing love born in the humblest of beginnings, just like most of us.

But, there are things to do, people to see, boats to throw around (okay, that is definitely an inside joke). That one black heifer won’t leave the hose alone, can’t be trusted by the stock tank without supervision when it is filling. I watch her, but at the same time, I’m sitting with my computer by the round bales (I know, they’ve been outlawed so cattle can get a square meal) grading or writing. When I’m writing, well, my focus turns inward. Same thing when I’m grading. I have to make myself look up, and yep, here comes that long black tongue stealing under the hose and trying to wrap around it. Is it stupid cattle tricks for the late night heifer show? I don’t know.

Things to do: appreciate the blessing right in front of my face, after all, these heifers could be distant relatives of that long-ago manger, couldn’t they?