Of a set of triplet goats. The mother that
delivered the triplets did not have enough
milk to feed him so my dad has literally
taken him in and he lives in my parents'
basement in a large plastic tote. Lucky
has to be bottle fed every 2 hours so as
you can imagine, he is kind of like taking
care of an infant.

I had made up my mind Thankgiving night that the kids and I were going to stay home (Brad had to work at my parent's place of business) and I was going to finish getting Christmas decorations out and clean up the house. On Thanksgiving night, we received a call from my dad, which came as no surprise. He has not missed calling our house more than 2-3 consecutive days since the day Gabby was born! However, this call was different. He had something he wanted to tell Gabby. If you know Gabby, she can sometimes be selective about who she talks to on the phone, my dad and brother are not on her list of favorites to talk to...for whatever reason. So she actually took the call and got the news about 2 baby goats that grandpa had living at his house. It's pretty obvious that Brad and I have passed on our love for animals to Gabby and she immediately wanted to go see "Hope" and "Lucky". I tried to hold her off thinking that in the morning she would have forgotten about it but there was no such luck. She woke me up on Friday with the words..."Good morning, Mom. Can we go see the baby goats today?" As I pryed my eyes open, trying to get my bearings, I told her that if she was really good, and let me get some things done, we'd go see the goats. So....we left Ft. Wayne around noon and made the treck to Shipshewana.
Sadly, when we arrived, we found "Hope" had died which was not unexpected as her chances for survival were slim but there stood Lucky bellering like he hadn't been fed in days and wagging his tail. I took him upstairs and gave him a bath and fluffed up his coat and Gabby about jumped out of her skin waiting to play with him. The tears that she shed for Hope had been replaced with laughter and giggles over the life that had been spared in Lucky. She was able to feed him a couple of bottles before we left and is already asking when she can go back. She's talked to my dad more on the phone today than ever before in her life and I think my dad is eating it up! As you can see in the pictures, she had a blast. The sweetest thing from the whole experience is that now when she prays at night, she asks God to send the angels to come and get Lucky's sister.

