Ache

Well, my friend Kate blogged about her wonderful ride yesterday and I just feel like I have to give her props for finding herself and her horse, and taking things slow to let her mare, Maisie tell her what she wanted and needed. After all the trials and tribulations it seems that they are on their way to ride after ride of absolute perfection :-) Congratulations to Kate and Maisie!!

Every morning on my way to work I drive through the rolling Barrington Hills and gaze at the (what seems like) hundreds of horse properties as I drive by. When I take the back roads through Old Sutton Road to Otis Road, I give myself extra time in the morning for my commute not because it's a slower route, but because I like to drive really slowly past each farm to stare and sigh as the happy horses munch on their breakfasts outside in the summer sunrise. And every morning that I do this, I cry.

Those who know me, know I'm just a ball of emotion and I pretty much cry at anything, but something about watching those horses is so beautiful, I can't do anything but tear up a little. The thing that gets me the most is looking at the perfect little farmettes with their little outdoor arenas with X's set up for what I assume to be the horse-crazy daughter who lives there to jump her trusty pony over again and again, practicing the new things she just learned at Pony Club.

I ache for this. Someday, I hope to have my own truck & trailer, so I can pull Jimmy wherever I want and just ride and jump and gallop around. Kate's post about her ride last night reminded me of what it's like to ride Jimmy. I mean really, ride. We are so harmonious when he's "right" and I am just so ready to get back to work. The only way I can describe how I feel when I hear about others rides, or imagine what their lives are like at their little farmettes, is that I ache for that. I ache to ride my horse again like I used to. Soon enough, I pray... Soon enough.