Isn't it funny how you forget things, or diligently force yourself not to be reminded of how much you love certain things? I LOVE horses. Love how they smell, look, feel when they are beneath you, everything. I have allowed myself not to think about this because I have had to real contact with horses in the past 10 years. I used to go riding everyday with a friend of mine in high school. We'd ride for hours, everywhere, no where.
Yesterday afternoon my mom and I took the kids horseback riding, it was fabulous. Mom and Rod's horses are beautiful, well behaved and ride with children well. B-Man was super excited about being a "ca-boy"While Ms. R figured the horses were now here new best friendsI was in seventh heaven. Mom let me ride Rod's horse Duke back to the feedlot, it was awesome to be out riding in the field - just me and the horse doing our thing. Because it was Rod's saddle we couldn't get the stirrups short enough for me to sit right on Duke - so nothing faster than a trot.