Sometimes what makes me happy is not about me.
My sister has been waiting her whole life to have horses. For several years Jake was boarded at a local barn, and my sister travelled almost 30 minutes to ride him. This summer, though, she and her husband found a new house with room for horses. She purchased a second horse, Slick, cleared the land for a barn, and built a fence.
While I was painting the doors on our house yesterday, I heard a horn and a shout, and looked up to see two horses in a trailer on the way down the road.
Now, her horses are home, and she can see her dream in her own backyard.