My Horse Husband

 bank account. Fast forward to when it was time to finally bring her home. He patiently waited with me in the driveway while I was vibrating with excitement like a kid on Christmas Eve. He took pictures to remember this momentous occasion and has been a supportive pillar throughout the whole process of getting her settled into her new home with us. He didn’t even get upset when I refused to come to the house and instead stayed in the barn for most of the rest of the weekend, staring at my new horse in disbelief that she was finally home and actually mine. 

Fast forward… it’s been almost two years since we brought Fire home. We are incredibly lucky in that we live at the farm and therefore even if I spend all my spare time with my horse, in theory I am also kind of spending time at home. I could list all of the things I am grateful for when it comes to my horse husband, but it would be ridiculously long, so I will just highlight a few... The countless times I have had to call him when having troubles with my very opinionated mare and he’s come to my rescue with a lunge line, an encouraging word, or has horse-whispered Fire into the barn when my methods weren’t working. Or the fact that I bought a trailer that can only be towed with his vehicle and when I put a small hole in that vehicle my first time out he didn’t make me feel bad (I did enough of that on my own for the both of us.) Or that he helps me put the horses to bed every night with the care and attention of a dedicated horse person, loving all 18-20 horses in the barn as if they were his own and embracing the lifestyle that many just wouldn’t understand.