No more peeking longingly over the fence...
Child Number Two is finally old enough, at age seven, to have the horseback riding lessons she has been longing for, for the past two years.
She looks like a teeny, tiny flea perched a-waaaaaay up there on the back of one of these enormous, magnificent creatures... But the pure happiness that beams out of her, as she and the horse trot around the ring-- or better yet, when they are together in the barn, and she is gently grooming animals and feeding them little treats-- is positively magical.
Love you, my big little girl.