Picture credit; Kathrin Gralla
This picture warms my heart, my mommy heart.
For some reason did I collect all (actually missing one pair that our dog ate) of my daughters riding boots.
From when she was three years-old, riding in south Italy, until now, 13 years-old in Germany.
She had a “break” from riding when she broke her femur, in a horse accident. Ollie was only 9 back then, and it was the worst evening in my life.
I asked her a couple of months later, when she got off her wheel chair, if she couldn’t consider starting playing golf!
Well no way! She got back on the horse(s) and started jumping…however, and recently she started playing polo —one kind of hitting a ball.
I am a proud mother!