I went out to the barn tonight to visit my horses. I have been missing them so much. I used to be out there three times a week and now I have only been there three times in the past three weeks. It felt so good to walk down the lane, in between the pens, feeling the mud under my boots, smelling the manure, and seeing all of the horses. I stopped at Chance’s pen, he had his blanket off and looked at me for a long time, while I looked at him, letting him know, in my heart, that I miss him . Then I went to see Arrow, the little filly who was born almost two weeks ago. She also watched me for awhile, chewing on her mama’s tail. Next, it was on to Bear and the babies (my mini, Bear, lives with four yearlings, whom I affectionately call “the babies”). They were all quite happy to see me, and wanted lots of pets and scratches and nuzzles. Lastly, I spent some time at Ruby’s pen. We looked at each other for a long time too, and I told her that I love her and miss her. She came over and put her head in my hands. So much has changed in my life in the past three weeks, and yet, when I go to the horses, I know that everything is all right, that we will get through this together.