Stories from the journey of fatherhood & brotherhood
Two Christmases ago my wife and I were searching for a good gift for my daughters who are 6 and 4. Naturally, we decided to get them a miniature pony whose appearance was more stuffed animal than horse. He was shorter than a Great Dane, had more hair than a hippie, and had a perfect name...Amigo.
We gave Amigo to our girls on a frosty December morning that seemed straight out of a Hallmark movie (minus the part where there’s a proposal on Christmas Eve in the middle of a...