I am not going to dwell on the fact that this will be the first spring in practically my entire adult life that I will not awaken to the sights and sounds of horses. I am also not going to let myself walk down the path of regret, because life is what it is.
Life is Subject to Change.
I loved it when the sweet spring breezes blew through the open windows and the soft neighing of horses was the first thing I heard in the morning.
And if I'm feeling a profound yearning for these animals, then I can't imagine what my husband is going through. It's a subject we really don't discuss, but I think I know how he feels in his heart.
How could you not miss having these little ones around you all the time?
This was my backyard last year. And in those woods were trails that enabled one to walk for miles.
I am not sad. I am just saying that I miss this.
Foals are so very soft when they're little. I miss the smell of horses, I miss the sounds, I miss the babies playing. But most of all, I miss my husband the way he used to be. Supremely confident and at ease among this herd. And some day, some way, I am going to try to get him back into that world.
Thanks for stopping by.
Until tomorrow, my friends . . .