My wind of heaven is in the form of a 16.2 hand chestnut (or sorrel if you must) Paint gelding, with the most amazing eyes, and fabulously goofy personality, ever. His name is America, or Heir to America, or Americano. He's the one giving you the "dun touch my mama" look in the background of this blog. I met him 2 years and 2 months ago when my current trainer and best friend brought him up here to the barn to be one of the new school horses. I instantly fell in love with him and history began to make itself.
I've been riding since I was fifteen, so that's what? 13ish years. Even with my break in there, I never thought i'd find my horse. I didn't really understand to be honest. I knew it was something i've always wanted, I wanted to see what it was like. And when it did, I never looked back. So I began leasing him. I wanted to do all that I possibly could at the time and that was about it. Now two years and 3 months later, I will be buying him. My soul pony will be mine and we will start the rest of our lives together. I'm sure some non-horse people might think this is odd but it's just what it is. It's like finding your partner in crime, for the sport that you absolutely live to do. It's like any other pet, except exponentially better.
Even my CT says we shouldn't be good together, that it doesn't make sense, but we are. But there is just this thing. Like my soul connects and I trust him. I trust him and I respect him and I love him and I just hope that I can give him the life that he deserves. I have this instant calm around him. I did choose the most difficult horse to fall in love with and I wouldn't trade it for the world. He makes me work for everything I ask of him, but he gives me a hundred percent in return. He makes me learn how to ride and I love it.
So here's to getting through the next month sanely!
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