One weird fact about me is that I've never been on a horse in my life. Life ever. Yet, my nearly 4 year old son has been a pony about 6 times. I've always told my husband that I wanted to ride one at least once in my life.
We found out that my parents have a good friend and neighbor who has four horses and was excited to let me get my first ride. So-- yesterday....I rode a horse for the first time. It was awesome. The day was gorgeous and I had a nice audience to watch me ride around in a circle. My husband rode, I took my daughter around and my son rode....twice...all by himself. He was sooo unfazed. He's been a horse so many times now- it's no big deal.
Next time I want to actually get up to a trot and maybe ride a trail for a bit-- and by trail I mean 50 yards down the yard and back.... not like a Grand Canyon tour or something.
If you had told me two months ago in NYC that I would be living in suburbia, driving a mini van and excitedly riding a horse on a 65 degree day the weekend of Thanksgiving...I would have laughed, yelled at a car turning in front of me at the crosswalk, complained about the cold wind and trudged home with 2 screaming kids and one too many heavy grocery bags strapped to the handle of our stroller.
*Other bucket list items-- wine infused marathon trip to Italy, design & build our own home, long weekend away with the hubby, create my own bottle of wine, run & survive a marathon, buy one pair of fabulous shoes in France, sleep past 7 AM on a Saturday.....I told my husband that Italy should totally be next!


Beautiful pic of you and Tallulah!
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