Monday, August 8, 2011

A Journey

This week is off to a pretty good start. We have horse camp till Wed and then Saturday and horse show in Marn. Everyone was gone last week Tuesday when it was Kris's birthday so today we had cake for Kris and celebrated with the horse campers.

It is the final show of the year that Kris and the girls will be going to. Most of the time it really isn't that big of the deal to be at the end of show season and sometimes a bit of a releaf. But this time it is different. In a way it is a end of a Journey at Pine Manor. Why? Because when that horse trailer pulls out of Pine Manor next spring for the first show of the season the people in the truck will be different.

Without going into detail about things that aren't finalized or leading you on. This is what I know for sure Devin will not be with us by next summer and I am unsure what role Monica, Cheeyana and myself will have at Pine Manor by next summer. Or how much horse hauling Terry will be doing. I also know that Jordana and Lydia will have a more prominate rolls at Pine Manor. So it is the end of a journey with this current group of "Pine Manor Crew".

A journey you really don't know you started, but know it when you are in it. A Journey that over the last couple of years has endured blood and sweat and laughter and tears. A journey that has heard the joys of anoucing the birth of a child or a horse. A journey that has felt the agony of friends and family passing away much to young as their stories have been told in the barn. A journey that has tought me so much about life and myself. And a journey that has accumilated stories that will be told years from now at cookouts as old friends connect over Doug's famous ribs at  Kris's barn.

 A journey that has one more show, a truck and horse trailer that needs washing and a few more ribbons to win. This is how it is suppose to be. And we are off to a good start this week and I am just going to try to enjoy it with this group. Because the ones you remember are always the first and last ones.

1 comment:

  1. You are SO right, big brother, as usual. The ones you remember are always the first ones and the last.

    Love ya.
    Sis

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