As we pulled into my father-in-law's driveway, we saw his partner, Granny Sue, waiting for us. She held the halter of a pony, and my first thought was, "Oh my God. Did they get the kids a pony for Christmas?!"
Turns out, this new addition to their farm was saddled up to provide the children with conveyance from the van to the house. Jude was first up for a ride.I love how the rusty apples match the details on his hat so perfectly. Photographic serendipity, I love you!
Violet could hardly wait; she popped on her brother's hat, and was completely at home in the saddle. I'm one of those people who have never owned a horse, and has ridden very little, but is convinced that I am, nonetheless, a horse-person. On my list of things to do before I die, owning a horse (or a few!) is in the top five. Until then, we can always visit Grandpa and Granny for a ride!Violet's tights were just so sweet in her snowboots, against the detailing of the saddle.
Something tells me that, had they not received any other gifts but this, this pony ride would have been more than enough to make their Christmas bright.