He took care of me.

Wow. Just wow. I have never felt so right about a decision I have made before with Duncan. I have also never had these kind of results. It is just right. So right, and so awesome. I am soo thankful to have this opportunity, for both Duncan and myself. Duncan needed some help, and I need a lot more. I have this fear built about around him, and it is huge. It is getting better, and I am riding him, but it is still very much so there. Terry does great with him. She is confident in herself and in him, and does amazing things with him. I'm really glad I get to watch her with him, as it helps me a lot too.

She said something that really made me think. I asked her how she could just get on him, no helmet, no fear, and just ride him. She said she saw me ride him first, and I laughed a little. Then she said, "Well he took care of you, didn't he?" Never before had I thought of him taking care of me. I always pictured us as just scooting by, neither one of us taking care of the other. I certainly don't do much to help him. But he did take care of me. I didn't fall, he didn't spook, and he went along with everything. In the clinic, in Terry's arena, and on the trail. He took care of me. That's the kind of horse I've always wanted.

We went on our first trail ride. He was perfect. Went over the bridge like a pro. Trotted and cantered perfectly. Left the herd, came back to the herd, slowed down, sped up. Whatever I asked, he did it. This is such an amazing feeling. This is what I have been waiting for. It's been a hard year, but it came to this. And it makes it all worth it.