Creed
Well, s**t! Amy’s losing it. But me? All I can think about is that little angel calling me “Dad.” I bet Amy’s just worried about Dakota growing up without her father. I glanced over at my son, hoping he'd keep an eye on Dakota for me. But he’s already waving me off, urging me to comfort Amy. I know exactly where she’ll be in the barn, surrounded by her four-legged friends. Horses are her go-to when she’s feeling’motional’. That little girl’s pronunciation of the word is so dang cute. She never fails to make me smile.
I approached the barn and heard Amy talking to her horses. It’s like an equine support group there.
I step inside and am met with the smell of hay, horses, and shavings. It’s a comforting scent that is hard to explain to nonhorse folks. Amy sits on a hay ba
