On Sunday I was somewhere between woofing my cookies and passing out.
Bones, however, was in her glory.
I can’t help it. Much as I try, the feeling of my daughter on a horse totally overwhelms me. However, as ill as I feel, as many butterflies that take flight inside my stomach, as often as I have to haul myself to the port-o-potty…there are two things I know. She can’t get enough of it …and it’s exactly what I want for her.
Riding has given Bones confidence, control and pure joy. A bad day can be erased the second she arrives at the barn as there is nothing in this world she loves more.
So…on Sunday I spent much of the day feeling miserable…right up to the minute when she finished her final event…and I could tell her how absolutely proud of her I am!!