When I grow up I want to be a horse

It's been this long since I last touched a horse

2010-01-15T11:12:00.003-06:00

For anyone following my blog, you see it's been months since I posted.

That would represent the amount of time between when I would get to touch a horse, let alone ride one. In fact I can remember every single time I ever rode a horse to this day. It wasn't cruelty of my parents, it just wasn't meant to be!

But if you loved horses as a child and young person, you read every book I did, too. I loved especially The Black Stallion series. When that movie came out, I thought I was in heaven!! And I was already in my late 20's.

Didn't it feel like you were stranded on that island with The Black, and riding in the water up onto the sand of the beach and then all around, every DAY, ALL you WANTED!

I still count this as my favorite horse movie. Seabiscuit also...

Well, that's all for today. I'll try not to replicate the amount of time again. You get the gist of how long between horse "fixes" I got as a young person. But the story isn't over yet...

My Favorite Perfume

2009-08-05T16:04:00.003-05:00

I think it could be truly said that every child’s favorite perfume is the smell of their mother. This is also true of me.

My mother wore the only perfume to which my father was not allergic. That being Youth Dew by Estee Lauder.

On its own, I didn’t care for the fragrance. But on my mother, it was like smelling love and cuddles when I was brokenhearted or if I fell and scraped my knees. And I would give every penny I have to smell her again, and hear her vibrant voice telling me, "You can meet any challenge you face."

As I mentioned in an earlier post, Mom was uber creative for all of us. And she was perceptive enough to know that I had a secret -- another favorite fragrance. It was, and is, the smell of horses.

On the rare occasion when I actually got to touch a horse, mostly on occasions set up for me by Mom in her "connected" and "networked" extended list of friends, I would not wash my hands until that fragrance had dissipated. And go to sleep dreaming of the day when I could smell that smell every day and every night and any time I wanted to.

But not yet.

Because when you ask for something, even when you ask and ask and ask, sometimes the answer is “yes.” Sometimes the answer is “no.” And sometimes the answer is “wait…”

Present time!

2009-07-24T13:15:00.002-05:00

So, here it is, birthday time. The chance to ask for anything I want.

I always ask for a horse. It's the only thing I want. But year after year, I get presents that are not a horse.

It was the same with Christmas. Boy, my parents, especially my Mom, had the most incredible imagination, coming up with gifts I would like, even though they weren't what I really wanted or asked for. (But God was watching it all, and He had a plan in mind...)

I have to hand it to them, I had a very very happy childhood, really what would be called idyllic.

2009-07-23T16:14:00.001-05:00

I'd have to say my earliest memory was of sitting on the floor in the living room with the sun shining through the front windows, watching dust particles dance through the sunbeams. I was always good at happily playing by myself. I know this because I was told I stayed in my playpen until I was three years old.

I pretty much had to stay in there for safety from my two big brothers and big sister! Especially my biggest brother.

Anyway, back to my dream of being a horse...

Once I found out I couldn't BE a horse, I said I wanted to HAVE a horse of my very own.