DEAR HUSBAND, WE’RE GETTING ANOTHER HORSE

After the magical moment of realisation that Alondra was coming home to us, I then had to face the fact that I needed to tell husband. *&%@! As I drove toward home, the ball of sweat became a small tidal wave. Quite possibly the longest 30 minutes of my life.

Any horse woman reading this knows EXACTLY what I’m talking about. “How do I approach this?” –  “How do I rationalise this?” –  “How do I make this sound like the greatest deal EVER?” What could I possibly say that would make him understand that this was a big, BIG, HUGE, deal in a horse girl’s world?

Nothing. I just had nothing.

Deciding the best approach was to rip the band aid off, I flew in the house, bum planted on the sofa and boom, bandaid off! The man was not impressed. He quietly blew a gasket as I sat waiting for the word “divorce”. And then he simply said “It’s your dream. You work hard. Why shouldn’t you have your dream come true.”