On this last day of horse camp they had a small show. Each group had a chance to show off what they learned and give their parents ample photo ops.
I watched the wobbly first-timers, nervously clutching the reins and attempting the tricky rhythm of posting. I smiled at the familiarity.
But then there was my girl. Sitting tall, heels down, weaving through barrels and then breaking into a smooth trot. I realized, as I watched her up there, that she’s been riding just about a year now.
This horse thing? I’m beginning to suspect it’s not just a phase.