Korban loves cowboys. Anything cowboy. This morning in the car, on the way to church, he said, "don't manhandle me!" Then proceeded to ask me what movie that is from (Night at the Museum), who said it (my response was the little cowboy, which he corrected and told me his name is Jedediah), and that he loved that cowboy.
He has been asking me for so long if he could ride a horse. He has come close (well, if you call riding a llama close) and there have been many offers, but no follow through. Well, his big chance finally came.
Sheer joy is all over his face. I knew he would love it. I also knew, despite his love, that he might not actually muster up the guts to get on the horse (well, pony-Blaze). After watching his friends ride, and acquainting himself with Blaze, we finally forced him on.
I think I will treasure these pictures forever. My boy has the sweetest looks of love and excitement on his face.