Have I ever shared the story of how I found the name for Keston? She was on track to becoming Ainsleigh, or maybe even Aspen. Until I took my giant-bellied pregnant self to the beauty school for a pedicure because reaching my own toes wasn't really do-able.
I was assigned to a sweet girl, who just had an air about her different than the other beauty school girls. I remember her telling me that she didn't have time for a boyfriend because she was too busy with her horses. I think she had graduated early, and had just turned 17. Her name was Keston. I loved it immediately, and asked if I could use it to name my baby. Frank liked it to, and we ditched Ainsleigh and Aspen that afternoon.
While we were at the fair, wandering through the horse barns at Keston's request, we passed a stall with "Keston & Mya" posted on it. The original Keston! We tracked her down in an arena with her horse, and she was so sweet to little Keston, and hoisted her onto the horse with her for some photos. My little Keston was so happy, with a huge grin. We all agreed it was the best part of day, except Jenson thought the cotton candy was "a tiny bit better".
We got to watch and cheer on big Keston while she was doing some "gaming" - running the horse around poles and stuff. It was so fun to see her!