We prepared for weeks, the time arrived and with slight apprehension we began our duties. It was different this year. No longer the wide-eyed, blissfully unaware 4-H newbies, we came prepared for the first day — whites carefully hung and carried, red wagon filled with refreshments, magazines, crayons, word searches and extra chairs. We were in it for the long haul.
We survived — better this year than the last — even though my daughter nearly expired my data during the hours of showmanship. Both boys beaming with their well-earned ribbons (one in primary and a second-place for a first-year junior novice) called for a trip to Sonic and treats of choice and this exhausted mommy called it an early night.