A Wednesday off with no agenda. I decided to bring Lily to a nearby stable I had noticed. She likes horses (haw-sies) and we'd agreed that when she's 8 she's going to ride a white one and Mamma rides a bown one. We were just going to look, but she was adamant about touching them. I finally gave in to the pony ride. She was. . . not excited . . . more than that. Beaming from inside. Doing what she was meant to do. I'd never seen this mix of excitement, joy and pride before. A special few moments. It will be interesting to see if it was the "something new" or the horseback riding.
