|Daisy eating apple treats.|
Each week we get to turn the horses out (taking them from the barn to pasture) and then we muck stalls and sweep floors. What we do there isn't much, but what we take away is immeasurable.
This week we talked of thirteenth-birthdays and dreams of the future. We debated which horse was our favorite ( I have a hard time pinning just one down.) We laughed at Cooper, who greats us happily each week, and later come to the barn and inspects each stall. We can't decide if he feels his "inspections" are rancher dog duty, or if it just gives him a reason to come and say 'hi.' Either way, we enjoy his visits. These mornings at Bright Star have opened up new ways for The Girl and I to communicate and serve and be together.