I sit here in 100* weather with my knees against the dash of the truck peering out the windshield. I'm certain it is hotter in here than if I were on the hood itself.
I watch my niece saddle her horse. I don't even know the names of all the leather covering his body now. She is so pristine in dressing him. Making sure every thing is so-so. They look like a million dollars. They are beginners, but watching them prepare you would never know. Every strap tightened, every hair in place. Their eyes meet and they know exactly why they are here.
At the mere age of 16, she is such a determined girl. So strong and driven. So confident and mature. She climbs onto her partner and enters another world. This is where she is herself and the most comfortable.
It is 5 o'clock and time to warm up. We move to the Arena to watch with anticipation. She has 4 runs this night, all equally spine tingling. It is 8 o'clock now and she is on fire. Each time her name is called I grip my seat. They fly out of the gate, round the first barrel, then the second, then the third. I scream “bring it in"... chill bumps covering my arms and tears in my eyes; I can not wait to see her, kiss her, and tell her how proud of her I am.
They are dripping wet. She looks moments from fainting, but can not drink anything. I brought her a cold towel, hope it helps. She takes Sancho for a cool down trot then returns to begin the undress process. Layer upon layer of leather and wool are removed. I don't know how she has the energy to lift the saddle.
It is 9:30 and they finally get a well deserved drink and congrats from their entourage. Then off we go. All I can see are taillights. I am left wanting more. The joy and pride racing brings to her heart is something that can not be duplicated. I can not make into words how truly blessed I am to have her in my life.
It was a wonderful day. I treasure the time spent with her and my family. I love you Mija!
*Event took place on 8/11/07 @ 1pm. Writing began at said date and time.
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