Today is Tucker's Thirteenth Birthday! He is officially a teenager.
It is hard to believe that he's been in my life for that many years. A lot has changed since then.
In the past thirteen years, this horse has seen me through:
Law school, and the Bar Exam, and a lot of related anxiety. Thank God I had a baby to drive out and visit, which forced me to at least spend a few hours a week outside the library breathing fresh air. Even though I was probably even more broke than your average grad student.
|I'm 22 here. Tucker's fourteen months old.|
Four jobs, one of which paid me a lot and offered very little Tucker time. Two of which I hated, and cried to him about, a lot. One of which I mostly like, last week notwithstanding. Once again, thank God I have a horse to provide therapy sessions, even though I'm definitely more broke than your average lawyer.
|This photo was taken while I was answering work emails on his back, at HITS.|
Seven failed relationships (I had to count on my fingers). Tucker met one of them and he bit him. In hindsight, I should have introduced him to all of them. He basically introduced me to Ethan, and clearly he is a much better judge of men than I am!
|In case you can't read Tucker, |
this is his "I like this one let's keep him" face.
Five apartments. Several of which were in the same towns as barns that he's lived in, just never at the same time. We have both lived in Skillman, Whitehouse, and Stockton. Never at the same time, because I'm a lunatic. Thirteen years later, I've finally figured out how to keep him fifteen minutes from me.
|I have no photos of him in any of my apartments.|
But here he is in his traveling clothes.
Nine barns, including our current one. Wow, we sound like barn-hoppers! We started at a breeding farm, because he was a baby. Then we moved to a tiny barn to start out. Then we moved to a really fancy barn, because we had a mare and foal in tow and that barn owner was looking for friends for her mare and foal. Then we moved in with Alicia. Then she moved to an even fancier place that we couldn't afford and we moved to a boarding barn. We temporarily boarded with a friend. Then we started playing dressage and followed our dressage trainer to Stockton. Then I realized the drive was slowly killing me and moved him closer to home. He's had a lot of turnout buddies.
Two disciplines. We started off in the hunters. He was pretty good at it most of the time, and I have some impressive ribbons from big shows against good company on my wall, and a really pretty cooler we won in a Hunter Derby. Although I recently read some of my old posts and realized my anxiety wasn't all in my head. Sometimes he did kind of scary stuff in that ring all by himself. No wonder I got kind of burnt out and over it.
|Baby horse did not understand shadows.|
|Over time he became less impressed.|
Now we do dressage, as you may have noticed.
Wow. Life is crazy. Damn am I a lucky girl to have my rock, my anchor, and my moral support all rolled into this one great big adorable goofy sweet fabulous package.
I love you Big Man. Happy birthday. And thanks.