Home Sweet Home

Last week was the first time Jer and I have been home together since we made the move to Arizona, over a year ago. I was put in charge of dropping off the pup (for the first time) at the boarders for her "holiday camp". I now get all the emotions when moms drop their babies off at kindergarten or camp and start crying uncontrollably.  Yeah, that was me. Don't judge.

We arrived and hit the ground running. We were all over the place; dinners, football games, meet ups with friends, birthday parties, and late night drinking with family all in 2 1/2 days. We were exhausted. 

We did manage to squeeze in time for my, highly anticipated, ride on my boy Flash. My dad was breaking him in for my arrival and was one of many highlights of our trip back home. 

Someone was a little too excited about wearing spurs. #cowboyup

Baby Flash...

Isn't he such a stud?!?!?!

Fitting that Mr. Smarty Pants rode Smarty for the day. He found out what those spurs can actually do. 

We raced up the hill and this was right after Jer almost took a face plant because he didn't realize how fast Smarty can stop when you say "Woah". (He left this minor detail out when he was bragging that he beat us to anyone and everyone)

Dad & Sandy

It was such a nice day for a ride. Ah, the things you take for granted growing up with these views. Miss this. Was a nice recharge. 

Until next time sweet boy.

Jer with his first place ribbon for actually beating me in a race. I must say I was highly impressed since it was his first time actually galloping. Well done, love.