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Simplistic in a most complicated way! A true horsewoman does not look at the horse with her eyes, she looks at her horse with her heart. Replace dominance with kind authority; somebody has to be in charge and it better be you.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Remember When..............

Remember when. .....Two words linked together that create a cerebral vehicle of time travel.... taking me back inside my mind to special places and times in life....childhood fun....graduations..meeting "the one" ..birth of my only child....best friends....deaths....becoming a horse's human for the first time.

Over the last couple of weeks....saying "goodbye for now" has occurred  in just about every realm of my world.  A friend lost her father. Another friend lost her four month old colt. A cousin passed away suddenly.
Life gets busy....and sometimes we forget to remember when...Then the Heavenly Father reminds us in such a profound manner HOW important the moments are by giving us a reason to remember when.

I grew up in large families on both sides and,was blessed to know my grandparents(three of which have passed on)...and my cousins were my first best friends and are still .  My aunts and uncles were more like older siblings.  Both sides were "Off the Mountain".   Belcher Mountain on my dad's....and Sand Gap Mountain on my mom's. My Grandpa Calvin had hands that could palm a basketball and an amazing twinkle in his slate blue eyes. My Grandpa Oscar would smell of Prince Albert tobacco, had the most amazing head of curls and was one of the most gentle souls ever.  Grandma Rivanna had SKY blue eyes and was one of the wisest, kindest hearts God ever sent to earth. Grandma Elizabeth's giggle ....her love of the color red and big brown eyes....
The memories of growing up, visiting, , church services, playing out in the yard, my love of all creatures great or small, and learning about life have profusely been dancing thru my head.

I like horses......OK...I LOVE HORSES.... and I consider them my happy place.  This evening as I brushed each of my curly girls... I was saying a prayer for my friends and cousin's broken hearts.....and the realization hit me out of the.... well quite honestly the curls......I dont remember when I grew up....what I do remember and am so thankful for, are the whens that together make my life ......my life ~ As the Alan Jackson song says life changes.....disassembles and rearranges.........

Sassy,KAllie-girl and Krissy with Love~Remembering When.......


May the Curls be with you