Chandler's Mom - 2019-04-28 1:22 PM

I'm gonna revisit my post. . . My cousin's then husband was a turd, that was the reason be wasn't getting on my horses.  He wanted to prove something and it just wasn't happening on my watch; you just had to know him.  

I WAS that little girl that wanted to just pet a horse.   My grandmother was completely terrified of horses, but there was a rodeo arena about half a mile from her house in Lake Village.   I spent every Saturday night with her, and sometimes she would stop in and let me sit on the bottom row to watch for a little.   It was the highlight of my Saturday.   My dream was to one day get to just ride double in that arena---never did, and it's gone.   But I have ridden my own horses in other arenas now, and it felt as great as I thought it would!   We have been involved with a therapeutic riding center where we hauled horses (our own and others) and kids to events and trail rides. We've taken our horses and a local boy to a hunting event for handicapped/underprivileged kids and let anyone that wanted to ride get on.  And what a blessing to see a young boy in a wheelchair want to ride while his mother cried with joy.  He rode and I cried too.  Chandler has taken kids on rides while we were at a Civil War remembrance event.  I'm not saying this to pat myself on the back.  I just wanted to clarify that I remember what it was like to just touch that soft nose and look into those dark eyes and know pure magic. . . .  And believe me when I say I thank that friend that put me on her trained cutting horse.   I told her I'd mess him up because I didn't know what I was doing and my leg wouldn't move on the left side.   My angel said "Deb, have a good time on him, you can't mess Copey up."   And I've never looked back.