Moving

We're moving.  My feelings on this change daily, hourly, okay, by the minute.  In my head, I know it is for the best.  The dos far outweigh the don'ts.  Less driving, less stress, closer to work, the barn, friends, etc. etc.  My heart however is heavy.  I'm leaving my home.  The place where LM and I came home to after two years in south Texas.  To say I was anxious to get back was an understatement.

We arrived home Mother's Day weekend.  It was gorgeous Spring in Tennessee, and there was my house waiting for me.  Relief is the only word I can think of when I remember pulling in the driveway after a two day drive pulling LM's little, Arabian, chestnut, gelding, Blaze.  

My house, my little house in Lebanon on 5 acres.  Where the view from the dining room of the the sunset every evening still stop me in my tracks.  Where my husband and I were married, and where LM has grown from a gangly little girl into a beautiful young woman.   

Whew...what a crazy couple of weeks its been.  First of all, LM and Fab have been making huge progress on the lead changes.  I'm so proud of this kid.  She has determination and patience the likes of which I definitely do not possess.  She has undone one of the most difficult issues in dressage training to correct, and it has literally taken three years.  Could you imagine tackling the same issue with no resolution for three years? I certainly could not.  Obviously, this is not something that was done single handedly.  The Boss was there instructing and guiding on the ground.  

Next, she and the Boss turn their focus to winter training in Florida.  In January they will spend three weeks with Ida Anderson.  Planning and organizing for that has already begun.

Once again a horsey post.  It really isn't my intention to turn this into a dressage mommy blog, but obviously because it is a big part of our lives it sneaks out into my writing.