An amazing thing has happened, blog friends. That dream I have had since I was two years old and toddling around with a plastic horse, falling on it and cutting my upper lip so badly I needed stitches. That thing. I have a horse of my own. Not my daughter's horse, not my friend's horse, my horse. I can scarcely believe it. I first looked at him a couple of weeks ago. The girls came home and rode him. They approved. I had him vetted on Monday. Dr. Callahan approved. I wrote a check, with a shaking hand. He is mine.
I have always loved horses and have been around them for most of the last twenty-five years. I was blessed with a horse-crazy daughter and fortunate enough to understand and indulge that passion. I took lessons along with my daughter. I've been a horse show mom, a barn mom,a therapeutic riding volunteer, and finally a barn owner. It was enough, and I was beginning to believe that it was all that would be...but I am married to a wonderful man, who, while not horse-crazy himself, gets it. If you're a regular reader, you know that Mike gave me a horse for Christmas, but fortunately, I took him on trial and in the end decided he was not the one.
I have not brought him home, opting instead to board him for a month at Timber Grove Farm, where they will whip us both into shape first.
With two horses, I'll need more of everything, so I picked up a big bag of carrots and found this...
Is it just me, or does this carrot look as if it desperately needs the ladies room?
Hope you are following your bliss, blog friends, wherever you are. XO.