The wedding was at sundown with the horses grazing behind the gazebo. When they were pronounced man and wife and everyone clapped, the horses galloped away into the sunset.
It was beautiful.
She was beautiful.
But I was saying good bye to my "little" girl. (Insert sobbing) The little girl who was my constant companion in life and horses. Before the wedding, I'd be driving down the road or playing the piano and break out crying when I remembered all the times I'd saddled Old Red for her (who was Big Red in those days), then the moment she did it all herself and rode into the arena to meet me, completely independent at 11 years old. I remembered all the chats in the barn while we groomed. All the trail rides and the moments I'd look out the window and see her racing through farm fields on Cowgirl.
I texted her brother the day she left on her honeymoon and said, "I've lost Shiloh."
He wrote me back and told me I was overreacting. I'd never lose her. She had moved ten minutes away and would always be close to me.
I sucked it up.
I won't lie. A part of me will always be a little bit sad and wish I could go back in time and relive those days with her. Pay more attention. Savor it.
But I console myself with knowing she is one of the lucky ones who found someone to love and walk beside her in this world. We've got a new son, brother and member of our family that we all adore....
And, maybe I'll get some more grand-kids!