If my spirit were an animal....

It would most defiantly be a horse. Majestic, strong, emotional. I love these animals. I never feel quite like I do when I'm riding doing anything else. Its my souls medicine.

And my son's got it too. : )

He loves riding, I even dared to go at a trot for a few gaits and he just laughed and threw his arms up in the air like a true cowboy. It warms my heart to see the simple things, the things I love, make my son so happy. I want him to grow up enjoying the nature of hard work, of taking care of a farm. When Carsen gets older hes going to be the kid in the group that says when all the others are talking about what they are going to do on the weekend, "Oh, I'm going to throw hay at my Grandpa's" or "My mom, dad, and I are going to ride the horses and castrate a calf." Weird I know. But hey, its a Montana thing! ; )