The year was 1966. I was 15 years old. Our family had moved to ‘the sticks’ in east San Diego County and we got our first horse. Suddenly, on February 23, my dad died of a heart attack. Only 36 years old, his death sent our family into a tail spin. My mom…in shock and trauma…sold the horse and tried to get our lives back on track.
Fast forward to February 23, 2009 when a young colt whose registered name was “Im Just Plain Cute” was born. I still had Romeo at the time and didn’t realize that in just 3 and a half short years, Romey would be gone and I would meet Remington (who indeed is just plain cute; Remington is his barn name).
Coincidence? Those Feb. 23 dates? I think not. In the magical tapestry of the universe, we are all inexplicably linked, tied together like the delicate knots of a weaving. Nothing is a coincidence and when we begin to realize that there is indeed a mystical plan….a universal knowledge that has our absolute best interest at heart….we begin to accept miracles as daily happenings.