Horses come and horses go and when a daughter grows up her Breyer's horses leave the home pasture, sold off in yard sales or passed down to grandchildren.
So why did an inexpensive little china horse, missing some tail feathers, follow me home from the Goodwill one day and survive two downsizing moves?
Some things that tug at your heart you can't explain.
Carrying him around the house during Christmas decorating, deciding he just did not fit in, I sat him down by a group of old Christmas trees on the dining table, mainly because I didn't want him to break while I decided what to do with him.
Happy accident, he landed in the perfect spot. He thinks so and I think so.
