Happy anniversary to Calabar and me

Five years ago, we got stuck in the mud picking up the horse that has changed my whole life. He's broken a few things along the way--reins, trailer ties, me--but he has also taught me so much about horses, life and my own sweet self it has all been worth it. Every last bump and bruise.

Yep. Big, gooey smooch from the fuzzy brown mirror

I still don't know exactly where we are headed together. Do I want to show? I'm not sure. Do I want to do what it takes to maybe show? Yes, because it will be good to work through it with him, both of us learning, both of us pushing gently against new boundaries.

There have been many blog posts here about the journey he and I have been on, but it always comes back to the fact that we are on it together and have learned to rely on each other--some might say finally--in a way that gets us through each step.

And now it's time to go see my big brown horse and let him roll in the arena to get all the under-blanket itchiness properly scratched. Then maybe a little work with our new dressage reins!

Happy anniversary, big brown mirror! Thank you for the smooches, the bruises and everything in between!