My earliest memory is of my Dad holding me, the smell of horses and frost; I can still feel the warmth and strength of my fathers hard arms around me, the cupping of his hand under mine as steamy, pungent horse breath blew across my three year old fingertips.

Our hands flattened, the velvet, prickles of horse lips nibbled and tasted, delighting me. The frosty air heightened my sense of, Daddy's warmth. Oh, the utter joy of discovering that a horse, something so large and dangerous to a small child, was safe and wondrous wrapped in my fathers love.

It is a rare thing to realize that each of our experiences is shared with us by a loving father. " All these things shall give thee experience and shall be for thy good."

Freely delight in each experience, it's why you are here.