I love horses. I haven’t seriously ridden since I was a little girl, but I miss it. There are pictures of me wearing a huge velvet dress, gigantic white hat, mary janes and curled ringlets. Oh my.
Whenever Nathan and I visit Wyoming to see his grandmother, I usually go on a hunt for some of the free-range horses out by Casper. There are a ton of them, if you know where to look and get a bit lucky. This year, I found a tiny little herd out by a canyon and we spent about an hour together before I heard a rattlesnake and had to move.
These horses, they cuddle. They lean, they nuzzle, they stand next to you and rub. It’s adorable. Being loved on by a roughly 1200-pound animal is a bit surreal, but I love it. I look forward to it every year, and wish I had a pony of my own sometimes. Sometimes. 
Wow…
I want to see the big velvet dress pictures!