12/04/2025
â¤ď¸ To the horse husbands. To the ones who had no idea what they were signing up forâŚand stayed anyway:
Her life is all about the horses.
And somehow, now, yours is too.
You learn early on that âIâm just running out to the barn for a quick secondâ might mean she wonât be back for hours.
You realize her heart belongs to fragile animals who always seem determined to hurt themselves, and that nothing you can do will ever protect her from the heartbreak of losing her best friend.
You get used to hay showing up in the dryer and in every jacket and hoodie pocket. You understand that true days off are few and far between.
You watch her through the window sometimes, her eyes lighting up as she dances around the arena with a horse she loves, and you realize youâre witnessing a part of herself that she never had to explain.
You quietly take in a world that made no sense to you at first, a world youâd never stepped into, yet one you chose the day you chose to love her.
And you show up for it all with so much grace, so much patience. So much love.
You hold her after the emergency vet pulls away, when sheâs out of strength and questioning why she chose this life.
You take her hand and walk beside her down the driveway, holding the bag of cookies, as she leads her horse to his final resting place.
You carry grain bags and heavy things, even though you know sheâs fully capable.
You offer her breakfast as she runs out the door, just in case today she chooses herself.
You quietly take care of the behind-the-scenes things she abandons because the horses need her more.
You heard the stories about âcrazy horse girls.â You knew the lore. And you chose her anyway.
She loves the horses.
And somehow, now, you do too.
Her life is all about the horses.
And nowâŚwonderfully, impossiblyâŚso is yours.
