It seems unlikely that in the middle of packing up our house in anticipation of a relocation to Athens, Georgia, this may that a day could be perfect. And yet, today was. Perfect. Blue skies, a light breeze, and bird songs welcomed me to the barn where Toby was peacefully chewing his hay. He subtly acknowledged me as I picked his hooves and brushed his coat, so shiny and soft. The mane had gone rogue and flopped over on the left side, but didn't fight about being combed over. And then there was his crowning glory: that tail, so long and thick.
Despite having no time for him, I decided to give myself a break and work him a little so I saddled him and waited till he had finished most of the hay before putting on the bridle. As I mounted up, it occurred to me that he and I didn't need to work, so we took a long leisurely walk to the end of the road and back. He is so relaxed now that I don't have to have much of a grip on the reins; we walked and I talked and together we thanked God for the miracle of today. That just happened.
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