by Desiree St. Clair Glass
On a whirlwind visit, my daughter Rebekah, her husband Jairo, and their two-year-old son Javier (“Javi”) arrived at my house late on Friday and spent all day Saturday at our family reunion. The next morning they packed up to return to Pennsylvania.
Typical two-year-old boy, Javi loves climbing, jumping on beds and playing outside. He makes toys out of sticks and feathers and is especially fond of animals. Rarely will you spot him without an animal figure in hand.
When he comes to visit, a trip to the pasture is always in order so he can see the cows. But this particular weekend, allowed no break in the schedule for tromping to the fields.
As Rebekah and Jairo packed suitcases in their Jeep, Javi and I followed. In a flash, he took off running, arms flailing, feet flying, straight for the pasture, fenced in with electrified barbed wire.