It’s A Bird…Birthday Edition

It’s a plane…

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It’s a Cheetah!

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Wait, what? No, no, no.

Not that kind of cheetah.

This kind of Cheetah!

A birthday Cheetah!

My gal pal is 14 today. That is quite a big number considering I started riding her when she was only 4.

We have been through a lot together, and we ain’t nearly through! Name that reference! No? Uh, OK, never mind then. I guess I will just give it to you. You’re in for more, so you might as well just give it a listen. If you knew it already, I would like to be your friend.

If you do not know her story, you should give it a read here.

Her heart is seriously as big as Texas and her lungs, well, they are built to match. She has taken me everywhere and given me the best gifts.

She is special and unlike any other around. I knew it the first time I met her. She already has some gray hairs starting above her eyes and I am not sure if that makes me feel happy or melancholy.

She keeps me on my toes and I bet she will continue to do so until well into her twenties.

She is my gal pal and I would not trade her for anything. Even if she is opinionated and does not like to walk. I only wish I could ride her everyday again, preferably in a cotton field.

Walk in love, dear readers, and for your listening pleasure, I give you this…I just do not understand why people do not sing about line back duns.

 

 

Mom

Here is to my Mamma.

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Is this not the dreamiest wedding portrait? Seriously. I will never understand why this style for dress and portrait went out of style.

Where would we be without them? I know I certainly do not know where or what I would be.

I know it is not quite yet Mother’s Day, but I celebrate my mom every day.

I celebrate her for who and what she is. I celebrate her for putting up with me. I celebrate her for her selflessness and doing everything for me. I celebrate her for allowing me to be who I am and doing her best to embrace it. I celebrate her for being a part of me.

She is the best mom in the world. That is what I tell people when they ask about her.

She made my school lunch every day and would draw horses on the brown paper bag. She would have my dad drive her in the golf cart, wrapped in a sleeping bag, on cold winter mornings to look for me if I rode longer than normal, just to make sure I was OK. She figured out how we could spend the most amount of time at the farm during the summers so I could ride and be where I loved. On those summer days, we would eat dinner early so we could go for drives on the back roads together. With the windows down, we soaked in the country air and scenery. We were waiting for the heat to lift so I could go for a sunset ride on my palomino mare, Fresca. She allowed me to have riding lessons every day when we were in Mexico so I could learn and get better. Just for the love of it.

I could go on and on.

When I was younger, for Mother’s Day I would braid my mare’s mane with ribbons and flowers to spell out mom on Mother’s Day. I sat on my mare in the barn and colored cards for her before she would wake up, misspellings and all. I would pick wildflowers from the horse pasture and try make them last. They never did.

Nowadays I play her music instead of cards because it speaks to us both, more than any card could. I will bake a dessert I think she will like for dinner because I love to do that for people and she has discerning taste. And every time I swing my leg over my pony, I thank the good Lord above for not only the gift that is them, but the gift that is my mother. For giving me that part of her and for her allowing that to grow within me. Well, not that she really had much choice. It is in our blood.

I would say my dad, sisters, and I would have the family over and plan dinner, but we did that once. It was Dad’s idea. It did not work out so well. Mom is the best at that. This year we will go to Aunt M’s house for Mother’s Day dinner with everyone. That is what makes her happy.

We will be celebrating many mothers this coming Sunday. Grandmothers. Mothers. Aunts. Cousins. Sisters.

I hope I am half the mother she is and they are one day.

What is your favorite memory of the mother in your life?

Walk in love, dear readers!

 

May Day

I talk quite a bit during the Christmas season how it is my favorite time of year. I also seem to recall telling you that foaling season is probably my second favorite time of year. I would not put it past me to be found guilty of claiming yet another time as my second favorite time of year.

However, I was just thinking to myself how the month of May is my second favorite time of year. Although technically, it is still foaling season, just the end of it and now everyone is talking about how their mares are bred for next year. Just more to love.

Anyway.

April can get a little hay wire with the weather, but by the time May gets here, it is getting warm and the air is dry. Just the right kind of warm…as in not too. It is not yet hot and does not remind you of the suffocating humid heat you know, yet refuse to acknowledge, is coming in late summer. It is the kind that feels good and warms you through. Makes you want to take a nap. You can feel the promise of summer. The kind of promise that brings a flood of nostalgia and has you running and playing outside in shorts, with or without shoes. Flocking to the pool with your friends. Riding sweaty horses bareback. I half want to start a count down to the end of school.

Except, that I am not in school any more and do not get a summer off. Sigh. What a way to ruin an image.

Go back to running barefoot.

Everything is green, from the grass to the pecan trees, and the sky is so blue. The love bugs are everywhere and the horses’ coats are slick and shiny, free of the winter fuzzies. They practically glow as they bask in the sun. I swear the sun acts almost like a drug, putting everyone in a trance.

May also has a lot of birthdays in my family. Middle Sister, K. My Niece, L. Friend, R. A certain mare turns 14 soon. Babies and birthdays, man.

Anyway. Yesterday was a great May day and I have some evidence to prove it.

The sky was blue and the grass was green. It was warm. The horses were shiny and love bugs abundant.

I rode Cheetah and she acted like Lito was just weaned. I guess she wants a baby too.

Then I did some ground work and rode Lito man. He decided a little while ago that he was scared of flappy colorful things like tarps and anything of the sort. I still don’t get that because he never was before, but we are working through it. We walked all over with the flappy colorful tarp being flappy and colorful waving around. He was very good and I swear had that moment of, “I don’t remember why we are doing this. That is not scary.”

While riding he preferred to stand there and take a nap in the sun. So, we basically did that.

Petunia cuddled and asked for food.

Lito really enjoyed his feed. Just look at his eyes.

Our neighbor’s dog came over and everyone took a nap.

Remember when I showed you those cactus blossom buds on an equally awesome day? Well, here they are now!

Then Darcy (while covered in burrs…the one downside to this time of year) and I had a patio lunch with margaritas. For me, not her, much to her chagrin.

Margaritas and salsa after a great day with the ponies, reflecting on my many blessings.

What is your favorite part about this time of year?

Walk in love, dear readers!

Perfect

We live in a world where everyone is striving for perfection. Everything has to be perfect. It is hard to even truly define and comprehend the word. Is there any such thing as ‘without fault’ in this human world?

I read something other day about it in fact. Something about being a perfectionist and how it makes you great. Everything about it I loved except that word. Perfect.


“Riding, like life, does not have to be perfect to be wonderful.”

 

AHAmoment. Riding and life is never perfect, but it is always wonderful, magical, and beautiful. This is one thing horses have taught me. There is always a silver lining. There is always something to be learned and something positive to take away. The beauty comes from the imperfect and how everything still forms around it. What you can make out of it. The striving for the goal, to always be better. Fault can always be found, but it is how you look at it.

To me, humans can never be perfect because we do not have the control.

If I go out to ride with the goal of making it perfect, they humble me right down and remind me that is not what it is about. They live in the moment like we should. We try so hard to control everything in our lives. However, if I go out with the goal to enjoy the ride, make it the best we can, and be better than yesterday, they give me their all and nothing can beat it. Perfect does not even come close. I can see and feel them try.

It is the same in life. Chasing perfection forces you to compare yourself to an outside standard or someone else. You will never get where you really want to be that way. The point is the path. The journey. That is what it is about. It is yours and no one else’s. Incomparable. Made and intended for you and only you. Enjoy it. Walk it. Be better than yesterday. Keep refocusing and aiming your arrow. That is where the wonder and beauty of life comes from. Not from trying to control it and make everything perfect to some made up standard.

The beauty of horses and life.

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Stir that around in your pot of thoughts for a bit. Think about it the next time you are about to use that ‘p’ word. It is pretty dang strong! I am guilty of over using it myself!

Walk in love, dear readers!

Storm Dodging & Life Lessons

I can not help but think that this weekend was a metaphor for living every minute that you get, no matter what. We are not promised any of them.

I struggled with when to even go out to the farm this weekend. I was thinking about staying in town to do who knows what. The weather reports promised rain all day Saturday and I had to be in town by mid morning on Sunday. I needed to ride and check on everyone. I have a weekend long trail ride with dear friends this coming weekend. However the thought of going out Sunday afternoon and rushing did not sound all that appealing.

I went ahead and booked it out there Friday after work. I would do as much as I could on Saturday and let the weather bring what it wished. Since you know, you can not do anything about it anyway and the forecasts are usually wrong. AHA moment, do not trust the weather man.

Friday evening was just about as lovely as it gets. I strolled down to the pond where the horses were hanging out under a pecan tree. The one that got struck by lightning a few weeks before Lito was born and has a big scar down the trunk. I was flooded with memories as I sat on a log near the horses, but we will talk about those memories later. One by one, the horses made their way over to me and huffed their grassy breath brushed my face with their velvety muzzles, each asking for scratches on their favorite spots. My mare eventually pushing everyone else away from me. I secretly love when she does that.

After bringing everyone in at sundown and feeding them, Darcy and I went inside to call it an early night. Early to bed, early to rise you know.

Saturday with my coffee mug in hand, I caught up my best mare, Cheetah, my gal pal, and set to grooming. Spending a little extra time and elbow grease to bring out the shine in her golden honey coat before tacking up. A girl needs to look her best, that is what my mother says.

We set off with no plan other than to just go, and boy was she game. A little saucy and sassy, but what else is new. Although, I think someone must have slipped her some coffee or something.

 

Some days she never seems to run out of power walk.

At times it felt very Man From Snowy River with the clouds, wind, and drizzle.

She always keeps me on my toes that is for sure. So we did a little storm dodging, but our spirits we not dampened in the least and our manes were only a little damp. At one point we were loping down a dirt road out in the pasture behind the barn. The one that has a culvert slightly exposed. A little known fact about Cheetah is she used to be really afraid of culverts. Weird, I know. Anyway, as we were going along, I wondered to myself if she was going to see or notice this culvert. Ha. She did eventually. When we were in the air over it. I am not even sure what happened underneath me. All four of her legs seemed to go in different directions and her body twisted and contorted so she could get a cockeyed glance at the thing. How offensive of it to be there in her path. But when her hooves hit the ground, she just kept on going with just a little extra pep in her step. I could not help but laugh out loud.

I gave her the first bath of the season after I stuffed her face full of treats. She was nowhere near having an empty tank (well let’s be honest, she never has an empty tank, ever), but I did not have all day. Chance was slated for ride number two and Lito needed to spend some time tied. Growing up can be hard for a horse!

So dynamic. All those colors. Especially the red.

Chance is one of those horses you barely have to touch with a brush and he is super shiny and soft. I am always amazed. As amazed as I am with his chunky, tank like frame. Sometimes, I still can not believe he is the same horse we bought a few years ago. We did some more storm dodging and it was nice for once to not have to push him the whole time.

Two completely different rides, those two. One prefers to go, go, go all the time and the other would rather sit in the shade of a tree and take a nap. There is nothing better than getting to ride different kinds of horses.

So, what is the life lesson to be had in dodging storms? Well, that you sometimes do not have control over them. AHA moment, dear readers, we humans have basically zero control in the grand scheme of things. And like I said, the weather man really has no clue!

You see, I could have sat around inside and watched the clouds, twiddling my thumbs, waiting for the storm, wondering why I came out and why I was wasting my day. Waiting on the storm that did not come until after I was happily in my bed falling asleep, reliving the great rides that I had and feeling grateful. The storm that soaked the spring ground with ever needed rain. The storm that was gone by morning and had the sun out, growing the grass.

I woke up Saturday ready to do all I could until the rain made me take a break, and then I would go again. Knowing I would not have time to the next day and that I would regret it if I did not. Even if I did have the time, everything was a soupy, wet mess come Sunday morning anyhow.

Go live every minute of every day, dear readers, and walk in love. For you do not know what storm is coming or when. You are equipped by Him to handle what does eventually come your way and it will make you stronger.

And besides, a storm is just a little rain with some sun on the back side, waiting to grow your grass.

 

Back To…

Back to…normal. Dare I say it. So we will go with normalish. Back to normalish.

Yesterday I went out to the farm after work to fit a ride in. We also had the vet come out this morning to float their teeth, so I left them penned up for him.

It was the perfect mid week. My Lito man is ‘back’ to being his cuddly, ‘normalish’ self and my Cheetah girl was just as amazing as ever. I rode her around bareback in a halter. Well, because, why not. I also didn’t feel like dealing with her being her spunky, not wanting to walk self. So we dinked around the arena and just had fun. And boy was it. I love having a thought and her knowing it. Nothing else like it in the world. It is not always like that because, hey we all have our days, but when it is…wow.

From the look of the below pic, they thought I was cooking up a scheme of a trap. And well, I guess I was, but I made it worth their while.

It was also supposed to be sunny. Oh well, they are calling for rain on Saturday, so I will take it.

See, fun.

Trojan horse with his mohawk.

He looks a little different from the view atop Cheetah’s broad back.

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, as they say. Not matter what species. I used to roach Cheetah’s mane all the time because she would rub it out searching for greener grass on the other side of the fence. Hopefully he grows out of it too like Cheetah mostly has.

I had a lovey dinner with my Aunt M.

That is about all I have for this Thursday. I have had quite a good productive week. Can’t complain over here.

I bet you can’t either, can you?

If you can, take a look at that dun face and smile. Then take a ride with me on my fun, dun mare. Changes things doesn’t it?

Walk in love, dear readers! Tomorrow is Friday!

I Know You Are Curious

It was a cold and wet day yesterday that had me wanting to snuggle up next to a fireplace with a good book and my dog at my feet. Especially when it is a Monday and your work computer goes on the fritz, again, wasting half a day. Today is still chilly, but they say it is going to be sunny and will warm up.

This weekend brought a legitimate cold front our way and brought straight up winter. Cold, windy, cloudy winter. Such a damper I dare say. It was hard to get much done. You just have to love Texas weather and marvel at it while throwing a sheet on the old horse. It was a good thing I had yet to put the blankets away!

The only photo I took this weekend other than some of Darcy pointing at a squirrel like the good bird dog she is.

Alright, back to last week. I know you are dying to know. If you wanted to know, since I asked you, yes I indeed do believe in Angels. I have not seen one before, but I know people who have and have received messages from them. I am not sure if I believe in ghosts or not, but I have always felt that our farm house has one. Clearly benign. I also once had a rather long conversation, mostly one sided, with our exterminator on ghosts. He definitely believes in them and says he has two in his house. One not so nice apparently. I sure as heck do not believe in Ouija boards.

Now for animal communicators. I will let you do your own research on it if you wish, but I will get straight on with it.

In my, I guess excitement coupled with curiosity, I reached out to two different people I found via a couple of recent threads in a horsemanship forum on the internet. It was/is a very popular subject it seems. One lady does this just for fun and anther you pay $50 for a 30 minute phone call. Interesting, I know, but this is apparently a thing.

After my inquiries, I went about my business with not much other thought on it.

Then I got a message reply from the free lady. Here is our resulting conversation…


Me: Hello there. I saw your comment on a post in the Horse Human Bond group. I am interested in someone communicating with my horse and was wondering if you could help me. I have never done this kind of thing before, but we have been having issues lately and I just wish I knew what happened or what is going through his head. His name is Lito. (I also included some photos).
Animal Communicator (AC): Oh gosh! I have done communications on the past but not for years. Happy to have a go . Don’t tell me any more, and give me a couple of days. 🙂
Me: OK, thanks. I really appreciate it!
AC: Oh! Gut pain? Impatience. Okay, I guess we’re doing this right now ! Babyish. Like… inexperience. Gut. Gut gut gut. Hingut ulcers a possibility? Being skittish sideways. Just throwing everything I get out there to you at the mo.
Me: Interesting. I don’t know! I’m not sure if he’s shown signs or not. He is out on pasture 24/7. But I have been drawn to listen to his gut a lot lately. I also worry abt colic like most horse ppl. Do you want to me comment or no lol sorry.
AC: I don’t even know what the signs are for them, I think they’re fairly silent. Whatever you feel like lol.
Me: He is not yet 5. There has been lots of sideways recently lol.
AC: There’s tenderness on his right hand flank… like maybe it hurts issue or maybe he’s been bruised there. Sorry sometimes the info isn’t always in chronological order. Like this could have been a past thing but I’m getting current. Oh, something’s changed, and he’s really confused about why. Is he stabled now? Away from his friends? I’m not at all sure this us right but, saved from a place with lots of horses crammed in together. He’s pawing a lot, as if in frustration, though I think that’s at me 😂
Me: Interesting. His living has not changed, but we went to a weekend clinic in the beginning of March where he was stabled. I would not consider that cramped. And back in the fall we went on a week long trail ride where he had to stay in a tent barn. That I would consider cramped! He paws out of frustration. He’s very communicative.
AC: Yeah, that makes sense. He’s shown me him bucking and broncing and he slipped, twisted his pelvis. Near hind.
Me: Not while riding.
AC: No, in the field.
Me: Yes, well wow. That has happened recently. Can you tell him something?
AC: I love it when specific enough communication happens to confirm it! Sure. He does like you. He’s confused as F sometimes but he feels is important to let you know he likes you.
Me: Tell him I’m so sorry that happened. I never wanted anything like that to ever happen to him ever!
AC: OK he’s not done saying stuff then I’ll see if he received that. Why is he showing me his forehead? Its a really specific place, and I don’t think it’s on him but there’s a crescent moon shaped star. Is this another horse?
Me: He has a little tiny star. Um. Another horse. Thinking.
AC: The other thing is a dog, white and brown. Short haired dog.
Me: We have a passed white and brown English setter. Had some hair but not like most ppl think of. Short for setters. Ugh I can’t think. Star only? Not star stripe?
AC: A scar? Is there anybody with that shaped scar or markings? Is his moon shaped?? Bay.
Me: Well his mom has some scars on her side. One somewhat crescent moon shaped. And star stripe. She’s not bay. We have a passed horse that was bay. I want to say she had a scar but can’t remember. Or where.
AC: Any of these have a banged fringe? Like somebody went to tidy it up but the forelock ended up cut straight across?
Me: Hmm. No.
AC: Okay. I don’t know what that is then. Perhaps it’ll percolate through over the next few days. I tried your message again – there’s a lot of sadness from him. Also release, you know when they do a big sigh. He’s asking for more time to figure things out. Like if you ask him to do something under saddle, give him more time to work out the response. There’s a horse that’s passed over who spends time with him a lot. He’s comforted by her. Maybe this is the moon scar/star one.
Me: I’m sad he’s sad. It’s tearing me up these last few weeks that it has not been the same. OK, I will do that.
AC: Gosh. And a sister. This is a really weird/uncomfortable thing to say but I don’t know if she’s here or if she was a twin pinched out or lost in pregnancy.
Me: Oh wow. His mom took with twins and we pinched one of them off. Yikes.
AC: OK. The other was a filly and she’s around with him, happy and carefree. Its very much a nice feeling.
Me: Oh ❤️
AC: I see there being two passed horses with him, one this twin and other other an older mare, a mother figure but not his mother. He’s fully aware of them both around and kinda amazed that these humans can’t see them 🙂. Okay, I think there might be a list of demands about to happen, like a pop star’s hotel rider. He wants to play, he wants a play mate his age.
Me: Oh I want that for him so bad. He loves to play and only has older ones that do not want to really play.
AC: He wants to just chill out with you, hang around like friends. I see it as when you’re on him he would like some of the time to pootle around, have his say in where to go – he wants to show you some things, like objects or places. That’s not to say that’s the only thing he wants to do with you but the impression overall is less of the agenda, more of just spending time together bonding. There may be eating straw involved in this 🙄 (I dunno, that’s just what I’m getting!) There’s a girl? As in a child? He likes her.
Me: OK lol I enjoy the piddle bonding too. In fact prefer it. I just get wrapped up in trying to accomplish.
AC: Can you do fun things with him? Like hide the carrot?
Me: There are a few girls that love him. How little? More about her? OK, lol, hide the carrot.
AC: Blonde. I’m a bit rubbish with ages but maybe 7-8 ish? She’s ridden him, or at least sat on him. Oh! There a bit of an oops there, like that wasn’t something you were supposed to know about! 😳
Me: OK the only one that’s sat on him is 3 and she is blonde. Ohhhhhhh well, I suppose that is a possibility too. With the older blonde one.
AC: Lol. Her, the older one. He likes her.
Me: Tel him it’s OK. I would have done the same at her age and in fact did.
AC: Lol. He could, if you allowed it, be a really special relationship with her. The little one is cute too but wriggly 😂. He’s like you to gauge his mood when you go to ride him, then do something that fits. Sometimes that’s high energy, sometimes that’s a plod hack. He’d like a tyre or some tyres to play with, they look like fun.
Me: OK. Like a car tire?
AC: Any questions you have for him? Yes, a car tyre.
Me: Ok lol. What does he want to do more of? What happened with the trailer? Please don’t chase Apache! …or the dogs. Play with Petunia and Chance! Does he like the group trail rides?
AC: More fun. Variety. His back legs slipped – particularly that one we talked about earlier. He showed me him turning around and walking away from the trailer. Not running but in a no thanks mood.
MeHow come? Because of the slipping?
AC: Did he travel with an Appaloosa? (Or however that’s spelled!) Trailer is too small for him, so he says. Width ways (but height too.)
Me: Not travel, lives with one. I have worried about the trailer being too small. I can’t fix that over night. 
AC: I’m definitely getting a kind of that’s how he feels about it but not the truth as we humans would see it – we would see it as he’s feeling a bit claustrophobic. He’s always in the left side of the trailer when he shows me. View from behind.
MeI understand that. I get claustrophobic too. But it’s a really nice safe trailer.
AC: He doesn’t understand the trailer. Small space, loud noises, vibration, balance, get out somewhere different. I’m still seeing this appy in with him. Maybe one to try?
MeDoes he not enjoy when we go places? When he’s out of the trailer? OK. So appy in the trailer? He want to try that? Does he say why?
AC: Yes he enjoys it but there’s a feeling of overwhelm, like he’s just had to deal with the trailer now all the new sensory explosions of a new place. I’m reminded of adults with autism, lots of quite intense sensory stimulus at once is hard for him to deal with. It’s exhausting for him. The trail rides are fun, but the sensory experience is exhausting.
Me: Which hind leg? How can I help him with the sensory overload? Also. Kites and fireworks won’t hurt him.
AC: Near hind. Can we get used to the trailer journeys and not end up in a new place – so load, go for a drive, end up at home. Needs longer to adjust to the trailer than you think. Or go somewhere, but go to the same place each time.
MeOK that was my plan for the next step.
AC: Trusts the appy. I get the impression that is is Apache, the one you want him to stop chasing?
Me: Yes.
AC: One of the mares he was talking about earlier names begins with an E. He wants you to tell him yourself about not chasing Apache etc and to tell you the others don’t always want to play. (I do not know the mare.)
Me: I know they don’t want to play lol and I do tell him! 😂 tell him myself, funny guy.
AC: Yes, sense of humour for sure. Kites and fireworks same sensory problem – overwhelm. Your heart rate goes up which shows him you’re worried about them. (I was not by him during the kite incident, but I was in sight.) He not gonna agree to stop playing with the dogs 😳😂
Me: Gosh I love this horse. He knows that right? He is a gift to me. Means the world to me.
AC: He knows ☺️

Then the conversation ended because it was in the middle of the night for her.

Interesting, no? I do not know how she could have come up with some of those things.
A day or so later I had my paid phone conversation. I wanted to do two to see if they would say the same things. This lady was older and kinda hard to understand. I did not write this conversation down and I do not remember all of it (because she thought I had a pet parrot, nothing against that…I just do not have one), but here is the gist…

His vertebrae are out in his croup and his right hind is sore. She said nothing about his gut until I asked specifically about his intestines. To which she responded, why yes, there is a spot there that is painful. He thinks the idea of dressage is silly, does not see the point, and prefers trail riding in western tack. I am a good rider and he had no complaints (He does not know any different, so we will take it!). I have good, soft, steady hands. My right stirrup is slightly longer than my left and I drop my inside shoulder going counter clockwise (which, when I think about it…might be true). He likes me and my pockets full of treats. He thinks his mom is a *cough,* or er acts like a, uhh, female dog. He stopped talking because he started eating. (For this conversation I was sitting on the porch watching him in the pasture. He was grazing the whole time.)

And there you have it! What are your thoughts?
Walk in love, dear readers!

Not Just Another Day

Today is a special day.

Someone has a birthday today! So you should have some cake to celebrate!

On this day 5 years ago, this boy of mine was born!

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While you are enjoying your cake, let us take a walk down memory lane. I may or may not have done this last year…but he is just the cutest dang thing!

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Oh, boy!
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I lied, there can be too much cuteness.
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Love at first sight.

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4 months.
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5 months.
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3 months.
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3 months.
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~2 months.
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1 month.

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1 month.
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One week old.

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Need more cake, right? Me too. Sorry, I am not sorry that I have zero control and just shared that many photos.

Walk in love, dear readers!

Your Daily Dose

Looking for something? Look no further. Take your pick…

Beauty.

Inspiration.

Cute.

How about this Good Friday Eve sunset?

Or this Good Friday morning trail ride on your best mare with friends?

Or a Good Friday afternoon hangout in the wildflowers?

Or a play session with a water bottle? Hey, it’s the simple things in life, remember?

Or a foggy Easter Saturday sunrise?

Easter Sunday was filled with a whole family tour. My parents are on vacation so I went to church with my Sister and her family, had lunch with my Mom’s side of the family, and had a second dessert and dinner with my Dad’s side of the family.

All of the above makes for a magical Easter weekend if you ask me.

Walk in love, dear readers, and remember the gift of this day. Hard to do on a Monday after a holiday.

 

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