My Happily Ever After

This is probably the closest thing I will ever come to writing a fairytale, so I am going to take full advantage of this moment.

Once upon a time…there was a princess searching for her long lost merman prince. No matter how long she stayed in the water and how much her fingers pruned, she couldn’t find him. Little did she know, she was looking in the entirely wrong place…all she had to do was sit patiently for him to come to her. And that is exactly what happened. He snuck up on her and jumped out of nowhere. Well, trotted really.

*Cue the typical flashback waving and blurring of the movie screen edges*

I was happily planning my dream summer on Martha’s Vineyard when a phone call threw me for a loop. “Lease Axcent.”  Those two words together in once sentence coming from my mother’s mouth just about made me pass out. Was my mom REALLY trying to convince me to lease a new horse? I couldn’t possibly lease a new horse AND go to the Vineyard all in one summer. Could I? Well, I did.

Like a lot of relationships, Ax and I started out as awkward friends. He would jump and I would look like a sack of potatoes. I would balance my corners and he would trip on flat ground. He was my best friend in a new place where I knew no one. He was my shoulder to cry on and mane to cry into when my parents left me in what I was convinced was my own personal hell (let me tell you, I was the so wrong it’s not even funny). We spent those first days together and fell in love…me with him and him with the peppermints in my pockets. What happened next was a turning point in our relationship. Things escalated…quickly. We slept together. Though let me tell you shavings in your breeches and rubber stall mats are not the most comfortable thing to nap on. In my defense it was a rainy cold day and he was already napping, I just cuddled my way over next to him.

But of course, at the end of that happy, butterfly in your stomach period, things go downhill. Fast. The Prince and I were at the end of our time together. But someone was watching over me or I just had really good karma that day, because after a few weeks of not knowing what would happen to us, I got my happily ever after.

I had found my Prince (well, bought really). Even though he isn’t a merman, I think things turned out pretty darn well. My Prince turned out to be a goofy Warmblood from the south that has no clue how big he really is. I had been looking for a prince with no feet, and I ended up finding him with four!