My journal entries really began January 2, 1882, while I was sitting in Taffy's stall waiting to for her to drop her foal. "I am sitting in the foaling stall with Taffy . . ." were the first words I wrote in the spanking new journal Melinda gave me for a Christmas gift. Since then, I've filled three more journals, which is a joke on me. Deep inside, I never wanted to share my thoughts, but over the years it's become second nature. I keep my old journals tied up with a ribbon at the bottom of my trunk in my new home. If God grants me a daughter or too, I'm sure they'll love rummaging through the stack of quickly yellowing pages.
"Andi's Journal" will be a mishmash of everyday events, special events, even some surprising or frightening events, since life is filled with all of those and more. Also, my journal entries will not necessarily be posted in chronological order. I will try to remember a date, but sometimes I might want to record something I remembered from the past.
If it comes to me, I will write it. I hope you enjoy "a slice of my life."
June 20, 1886
Riley and I returned from our honeymoon (more about that later), and of course I loved the new little house I'd never been allowed to see. (Though you all saw pictures of that a few days ago.) But I broke out in smiles when I saw his personal wedding gift to me. A brand-new saddle for Shasta! When I saw it, I couldn't help thinking of my first saddle--the one I got for my ninth birthday, so Taffy and I could be a real horse-and-rider pair at last! (from Saddle Up)
|My first, very own saddle, age 9|
Sadly, when I lost Taffy a couple of years ago, Chad and Mitch packed away my saddle. I suppose I could have dragged it back out, but it is still hard to think about Taffy's passing without the tears coming. So, Shasta used some old thing from the tack room. I just never had the heart to go saddle shopping.
But what greeted me when I walked into the barn on our first morning home from Yosemite was the most beautiful saddle I ever saw. Even better than the stars and silver conchos on my birthday saddle.
Riley could not have given me a better present. I suppose anybody reading this will laugh at how unromantic a saddle is for a wedding gift, but Riley knows me. Oh, I love that new saddle. I can't wait to sling it over Shasta's back and go riding with Riley as soon as I finish up this entry. Chores can wait one more day.
|Swirly etchings and lots of silver! Does Riley think we're rich?|