March 20, 2015

I recently found these old photos of me when I had just turned 4 years old.

It explains how deep my love of horses is.  I’ve been riding since I was 3 years old.  Here I am sporting the new cowgirl outfit I had gotten for my 4th birthday, right down to my new red riding boots.  I still have the hat.  Wish I still had the boots!

The horse I am on is Big Red.  The man beside me in one of the photos is Mr. Simpson, who owned the farm.  My mom tells the story of how I was sitting on Red when I was 3 years old, and he took off running.  My mom panicked, but apparently I had a blast and stayed on his back as I bounced along laughing!

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March 18, 2015

Two different photos today…

One is Thomas, a Welsh Cob who is one of the therapy horses at Riverwood where I volunteer on Wednesdays.  The other photo is of the lights at the Italian restaurant where my daughter and I ate tonight.

December 10, 2014

Lucky.

Lucky is my soul pony; we have this wonderful connection that lifts me up whenever I see him. He is a part of the therapeutic riding farm where I volunteer every Wednesday.

I’m supposed to be helping the children there and I do.  But the thing is, the children and horses there help me just as much, if not more. It feeds my soul every week, and Lucky in particular makes me forget about my stress and feel a part of something wonderful.

So thanks, Lucky.