I am going to miss that long drive back to the barn in the afternoon. I am going to miss the driving back down that long driveway where the horses are now in their pastures, rolling, grazing, trotting around. I am going to miss the several minutes it takes me to hunt down my Jilli. I am going to miss being surprised that she is still in the saddle learning a new skill. I am going to miss watching as my daughter commands a beast 10 times her size with grace and confidence. I am going to miss hearing her excited story telling as we make our way home. I am even going to miss the small hay pile we have going at the back door where she takes her dusty boots off.
It has been an amazing week. We are both sad to see it end. She is already planning for next year's camp and "all the lessons in between." Later today is her horse show. She will be riding her new favorite horse, Arnold. Arnold is huge and makes Jilli look entirely too small to be riding. Kevin is taking off of work early because no Daddy should miss his daughters first horse show. I will be taking pictures like crazy and enjoying every minute. And yes, I will probably get all teary eyed (I am just thinking about it).
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| This is Jilli walking Layla back to the barn after she was done riding her. Layla is half the size of Arnold... |
And because I believe it is worth noting... I will miss the feeling of community amongst diesel truck drivers. I am often looked at funny when I drive my truck around the city, or hear comments "you drive that big truck??" No one looks at me funny out where the grass rolls and the corn grows tall. No one minds the loud rumble as I pull up or the black smoke that I leave behind as I pull away. My truck and I love the winding roads that speeds of 45 are considered slow. My truck speaks to me, it purrs like a kitten as we become one rolling over the hills together.
I am going to miss this...

