I'm Whistling Dixie

It all started with a simple text that would change me forever.

"Hey Saimi we have a very pretty and super sweet Friesian mare that's coming three in 2020 and she'd be ready to start driving in the spring of 2020. I'd love to sell her!  If you are interested we'd make you a great deal and we can add driving training to the package! Anyway I'd love to have her go somewhere wonderful. Let me know if you'd be interested.
She's a love!"

Whaaat??? 

Ever since I was a little girl I was obsessed with horses, they are by far my favorite animal. I had horse figurines, my barbies had horses, I drew horses and I dreamt of horses. 

My sister and I had them growing up. I was a horse crazy girl and even though I had my own horse

And did horsey things like riding events and campouts.

I was secretly in love with the Friesian breed.

Don't get me wrong, I was very grateful my dad supported us girls and kept us involved in Pony Club, 4-H and lessons. Not to mention teaching us to tend, feed and water our horses. 

 I loved every minute of it, actually it was pretty much the only farm chore I didn't complain about haha.

But that Friesian horse with it's tall, majestic stature was always in my dreams. It was there where I could feel their muscles under my legs as I galloped through the ocean riding bareback.

Or how it would carry me through the forest protecting me from whatever danger lie ahead.

It was always the big black bold beautiful horse I could ride off into the sunset with.

Ah what a dream, an unattainable fantasy as I never even considered I could ever own one.

When we saw our friends drive into the same horse camp where the husband and I were camping I about squealed with delight. ....Ok I actually did. 

Here they came hauling their beautiful Friesian horses. You would have thought a celebrity rolled into town. 

I kept telling the husband, the Friesians are here, the Friesians are here! It was like my childhood dreams popped out of my head and was placed directly in front of me.

I was going to see these beautiful animals up close and personal.

As we became reacquainted with our friends I was getting acquainted with their horses as well. I felt like a giddy little girl and probably unknowingly embarrassed myself.

And with a simple twist of fate, I was given the opportunity to  have my dream horse become a reality.

After having Dixie for a week, tomorrow morning it will be official, this oversized 2 year old filly will be mine.

And in this time of thanksgiving, I couldn't be more grateful for a husband who continues to love and support me.