Before long, our short visits became longer. Some days, Lila would sit in the hayloft with him nearby, chattering in her toddler language as though he understood every word. Other days, she’d curl up in the straw beside him, thumb in her mouth, eyes fluttering shut as though she trusted him completely to keep watch.
I found it sweet, almost magical. My little girl had a best friend in a horse.Continue reading…
