Peace and pain

I recently made the impossibly hard decision to give my horse Wilbur to my friend Shelly. This decision had a long approach, a long runway, and a quick take off.

I have had two wonderful horses for five years now and as Caspian grew into the great horse he has become, it became more and more apparent that I just didn't need two horses, financially or logistically.

Caspian has grown into my "go-to" horse and Wilbur was getting less and less attention. Shelly bought her dream farm last Fall and now has the perfect facility to take Wilbur on. While the makings of this decision were a long time coming (2+ years), the actual execution was quick and painful.

I've learned through this that you can have complete peace surrounding a decision and still have deep accompanying pain. Peace and pain do co-exist, and together they produce a strange mix of hope and hurt.

My three boys

Mom came to visit a couple months back and she got some cute photos of the boys. And for once I wasn't behind the camera.

Caspian

Wilbur

Mr. Darcy

Love him

This Weekend

No, Wilbur did not play polo. He would give me that look if I ever dared ask him to do anything like that. It would be quite the sight though! 

pooh bear

springtime

Pooh Bear loves his auntie

The Talented Miss TPalm

TPalm took this photo of me riding Wilbur and I really like it.

Is it wrong that I think he might be the prettiest horse ever?

photos taken by "Aunt" Shelly

thrilled

just thrilled.

my horse is a scrooge.

what can I say?

beach

pooh bear, emac, and bmac

Wilbur speaks

"back when I was a youngin'..."

Da Boyz

a post-graduation photo shoot

Wilbur modeling my cap and tassle.

Riding Fun

Eryn and I riding Beau and Wilbur in the Lampassas River.

My definition of fun

The three boys

Wilber

Mr. Darcy

Caspian