You gotta love horse people. We are a breed all our own.
On Thursday morning hubby ruptured his achilles. Surgery is Monday and then we are looking at an 8 week recovery. Our friends and family have rallied around us with outpourings of love and support. Prayers, texts, calls, meals, company in the waiting room have been offered in a showing of how truly amazing the people we have around us are. We are so appreciative of every single thought and word.
BUT it is my hose friends that really get it...they know that I'm not thinking of someone to cook for us right now. Horse friends know that the barn chores and the animal care responsibilities have just gone from being a shared entity to a 100% sole responsibility. Only horsey friends know to send offers of feeding shifts, hay stacking and mucking. I love my horse friends!