Corolla Wild Horses

Like most little girls, I passionately loved horses. I’d gaze up in longing at the Breyer models in the old Mays Five and Dime, but the little plastic mare and foal that I bought with my own money on my 5th birthday and getting the 45 of the song, Wildfire for my 11th were about as close as I ever got to owning one.

All grown up now, I know absolutely that the best things in my life have nothing to do with ownership. It’s changing – because you need to, facing the fear – because you want to – following a feeling without knowing the path of the journey and finding yourself on the other side – because you know you will. It’s the laughter, the tears, a sky full of a million stars, a morning’s rising sun. It’s the people you meet along the way and the ones that are with you forever. It’s the moments that don’t last with the people you love the most.

These two gorgeous wild horses spent the better part of the day with my girlfriends and I on the beach in Corolla, NC, last weekend. My 45th birthday is Saturday, and I like to think they were there for me.