i love my dad more than horses

today is my dad's birthday. he is probably older than your grandparents, but he is 100x cooler than them.

sometimes i think about how much i love my dad and i cry. I cry because the feelings are overwhelming and i cry because i don't think i could ever love a man more... and that really throws my falling in love plans for a loop. we've got time. we shall see.

this morning i ate a well-balanced breakfast of sour patch kids, cookies and cream ice cream and some fake caramel delights (or as the PNW calls them Samoas? hello, politically incorrect name!). Don't worry-- I brushed my teeth for 4 minutes afterwards.

i saw a mini-pony today and almost drove into the ditch. i love mini-ponies.

one time my family went camping and i pretended my dad was a pony as we went on a hike. i thought it was really funny to hit his butt with a "switch" aka branch. he didn't like it, but i wouldn't stop. finally, he mooned me to show the terror i caused his backside. unfortunately he did so right when another family turned around the corner. i was 5, but i remember it like it was yesterday.

i have always loved horses. when my dad traveled for business, i would always ask him to bring back a pony. 5 years into my request, he brought back a postcard with a horse on it. good enough for me.

my friend growing up lived on a horse farm. is it a farm? or is it a ranch? whatever it was, i would ride a horse named Kitchie without a saddle or harness or any of that business. there was nothing more exciting or frightening than flying through the fields with nothing to hold onto but some coarse horse hair. one time Kitchie bent over to eat and i fell off, but that didn't stop me from loving her.

don't even get me started on horse movies. is there anything better? i've never met a horse movie i didn't like...even the low budget "the rogue stallion" got me all misty eyed and excited for life. a horse movie to me is the equivalent of the father pushing his adult son in marathons to everyone else. SO EMOTIONAL.