A Boy and His Horse

I actually figured out a way to link this story to Thanksgiving even though the event happened two weeks ago. We got to know Brent's family, even before we knew Brent. There's a good explanation for that statement because I drove Brent's mother to the hospital to deliver him on an icy January night in Wyoming. (His father was on a job out of state at the time.)

Our older son, Jeff, was a baby sitter for the family and as you can see by the picture , Brent learned early that he really liked to ride a horse. 


The years passed and Brent's family moved to Las Vegas, NV and we moved to Elko. Our families stayed in contact and when our younger son, Brian, became a photographer, he took some pictures of Brent and his horse.  Yes, by that time Brent had a real live horse and he made a pretty cute cowboy.

The time came when Brent discovered he liked a certain young lady even better than his horse. Of course, it helped that she liked horses too. These two horse lovers who also happened to love each other got married a couple weeks ago and we were invited to the wedding (so was Brian, the photographer:)

The ceremony was lovely even though these two horse lovers didn't get married ON their horses.

And that brings me full circle to one item of thanks for this Thanksgiving. It is so wonderful when friendships can continue despite the separation of years, of miles, and by life circumstances. Such a friendship is truly something for which to give thanks.