Those schoolgirl days, of telling tales and biting nails are gone,
But in my mind,
I know they will still live on and on,
But how do you thank someone, who has taken you from crayons to perfume?
It isn't easy, but I'll try,
If you wanted the sky I would write across the sky in letters,
That would soar a thousand feet high,
To Sir, with Love
The time has come,
For closing books and long last looks must end,
And as I leave,
I know that I am leaving my best friend,
A friend who taught me right from wrong,
And weak from strong,
That's a lot to learn,
What, what can I give you in return?
If you wanted the moon I would try to make a start,
But I, would rather you let me give my heart,
To Sir, with Love
Bittersweet is such a strange emotion isn't it? How can something sad on one level bring such joy on another? My former lesson horse, Chance, has been sold. Before Howie was ready to ride in lessons I rode this wonderful creature that did more to restore my joy in riding than I would have ever thought possible. I had owned some really nice horses, horses that were athletic and won when they went in the ring, but, and this is a big but, they stole my desire to go to the barn. Chance had a very large role in restoring my sheer joy in just being around my horse again. I will always be grateful to him for that. Chance is one of those great horses that are as honest as the day is long. They know their job is to school you and they challenge you just enough to keep you learning. Chance will tell you what he needs. I remember clearly one lesson on lead changes where I swear I heard him say, "just step in your outside stirrup, please!" And that was exactly what he wanted and needed! Amazing! So now his job is to teach another person all the joys and heartaches of owning a horse. I will watch over them like a mother hen and enjoy watching Chance cast his spell once again.
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