A while ago, I was tagged by Julian, the Transylvanian Horseman to play a game of old photo tag. I haven't been able to dig out the photos or find a scanner until yesterday. So, here's my trip down Memory Lane:
This is a photo of me in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico when I was 18. It was the first time I had ever ridden a horse on the beach. I don't know if you can see, but I'm wearing 2 inch wedged sandals. I was so anxious to ride that I didn't care what happened to my toes.
Here I am in the Greek Islands, appreciating the comfort of their magnificent architecture. I was in my mid-20's, exploring the world.
This is a photo my husband took of me in the San Jacinto Mountains overlooking the California desert. I love the desert, especially in the Spring. I was in my mid-thirties, just beginning to let go of all that ambition and learn about what really counts in this world.
Here's what is really most important. My husband, my daughter, my mom, my stepson, my dog, my horses - In the end, it's how you love that counts.