A horse is a horse, of course of course.

So I just came back from the ranch and I spent time with one of my favorite beings. Is he not perfection??? When I arrived he ran over to the fence like he usually does. I climbed in and rubbed my hands all over him. Mmm, he smells good. The other horses started to come around but he kept shooing them away, all except for his girlfriend, who he always lets get some sugar too. So the three of us were having one dandy of a time until a neighbor pulls up, one who is allergic to horses. Allergic to horses? What a curse! Thank you God for not giving me that one. Anyway, I climb out and go and do the neighborly thing which is visit. Mind you, I have known this man since I was born so we need not exchange false pleasantries but get right down to it. A pick-up drives by and we both wave, not knowing the person but that is what you do when you are in the country. We gibber-jabber for 10-15 minutes while my paint, my beautiful paint waits patiently by the fence watching me. All the other horses have gone back to grazing but not him. He waits. Patiently. Steadfastly. Giving my friend the evil eye as if to say gitte up and gitte out. My friend even comments on how he has his eyes glued on me, saying "I think he really likes you." Of course that does it and I cut the conversation short for I want to just be with my one and only, my paint. My friend leaves and I climb back in and sit down on the ground with my camera and shoot some video of my beautiful boy. He nibbles on my feet and hair and I laugh and giggle like a school girl. When was the last time I felt like that? What is about this horse that makes me so happy? And then it hits me like a bullet. The happiest moments in my life have been spent with horses. My earliest childhood memories are with my horses. And the flip side is that my most painful childhood memory is saying goodbye to some of them... Another bullet shoots out. HAPPINESS. Cha-ching. When was the last time you were blissfully happy? Now, as I roll around in the dirt talking to, I know... But he understands me and I understand him and how many people can you truly say that about? So for awhile, today, I tasted bliss. I can still smell the sweet perfumed aroma of my paint. A smell that is close to heaven. So what is your bliss? When is the last time you tasted a bit of heaven? Do yourself a favor and go out and grab it. I woke up this morning not knowing I would but I will tell you I am a lot happier for it. And tonight, when I put my head on my pillow I will have a fabulous fresh image to hold onto and cherish and all because I spent some time with a horse. Not just any horse mind you but that is what did it. I didn't win the lottery. I didn't receive some fabulous news. And no I didn't climb on the scale this morning and was miraculously 5 pounds lighter. All I had to do was a simple thing like spend time with a horse. Isn't always the simpliest things that make us the happiest?