The first Saturday in May is probably just that for many people. Not me. Not my family. It’s the day we most miss our Dad, Grandpa and Great-Grandpa for it’s Derby Day! The Running of the Roses is a mere few hours away. In our family it was as big as Christmas. We had a BBQ, everyone would come over, we’d put together a Derby Pot and then watch the greatest 2 minutes in sports, amidst a great deal of noise.

Dad & grand-daughter, Jennifer

My family in St. Louis is doing just that today. They are celebrating as Dad would want. But we all miss him. I miss the phone calls leading up to the race (all day long!) and then the analysis after the race. I don’t even know who’s running today. Don’t have him to tell me. There are a lot of dirty, little, secrets in the Thoroughbred Racing world and they hurt my heart. I don’t let them do so on Derby Day.

My love of horses comes from my Dad. He took me to the track, tried to teach me to read a Racing Form (still can’t) and thoroughly enjoyed betting the ponies. He used to tell me stories of the old farm workhorse, Joe. He really wanted to meet my girls but died before getting the chance. He kept telling me to quit interfering with Cass and raising her baby. “She knows better than you, ” he said. He was right. He would’ve loved them. Today I celebrate my love of horses… I celebrate my love of Dad and family. Riders Up!

My greeting committee every morning.

Becca’s top view.

Momma is waiting me out. Why walk all the way over to me if I’m coming her way, right?

Becca was actually born on a racing day – the Preakness.

They’re ready for breakfast!

Cass is moving away from the trash can I’m dragging.

Becca wants to help.

Cass getting impatient.

Time to eat!

Have you ever seen a cuter pony? I think not.

Done and ready for the day.