I met my husband on the first day of winter break my senior year of high school. I basically told my friend that’s the one and she somehow got me an invite to his New Year’s Eve party. We hung out every day following that night, eventually deciding we were a couple six days later. I wan’t that into riding at the time, I worked a few hours every weekend in exchange for a lesson so sacrificing my one ride a week to spend endless hours with my new beau was a no-brainer.
Anyway, a year goes by and Brett is trying to think up what this supposed horse girl would like to do for our first anniversary in early January.
CAN YOU SAY SLEIGH RIDE IN THE SNOW?
He told me we were driving up to Lake Tahoe for a surprise date. He gave me a little camera, we stopped at Bridal falls to take pictures and made our way to the surprise-to-me destination. It was bright and crisp winter day, and we pulled into this snow-filled parking lot and THERE WERE HORSES. Two giant drafts hooked up to sleighs complete with bells and leftover Christmas decorations. Probably one of the most thoughtful things he’s done for me, and probably why he doesn’t do anything like that anymore…