Sarah Doran. Sarah Rose Doran. Mrs. Doran. That’s me!
It’s a weird process to become a new you, when nothing about you or your life has really changed – we were living together already, all of our finances were joint already, I was even on his insurance at his last employer because they allowed covering “domestic partners.” I haven’t even started the process of changing my name on everything yet. Though I did change my twitter username (priorities!). I am now officially @SarahRoseDoran. I can request copies of our marriage license now and I’m sure the process of changing all of my accounts, social security, etc. will be long and annoying, and I will miss signing Laupan (I love my cursive L), but I am dedicated to becoming Mrs. Sarah Doran.
It seems like the wedding was sooo long ago, even though it’s only been two weeks. I think it has something to do with life without wedding planning. You know how when you listen to a song or see a show/movie/commercial for the first time, you digest every detail of it and it seems like it fills each second – and the second, third, fourth time you listen/see it it seems to rush by? I think that’s what I’m experiencing. I’m experiencing life without wedding planning paying attention to each detail and second. Planning and thinking about the wedding was my reality for a solid year and a half. Now that it’s over, I have time and brainspace to concentrate on other things. It’s kind of awesome.
I’m looking forward to getting back to the barn. It’s been almost two months since I’ve ridden last. I’m almost (almost) looking forward to how sore I’ll be the next few weeks as I get back into it. I’m hoping to be ready to do the jumping course at Hunter’s Pace, a hunt-style trail ride, at the beginning of October. But even if I don’t think I can handle the full jumping course, doing the non-jumping course (and trying a few of the jumps like I did last year) will still be fun, too.
Believe me, I’ve heard that more than once. Sometimes I can’t believe it myself, but I’m so glad I took the leap and I’ve found myself totally obsessed with my new hobby.
I’ve been horse crazy since I can remember. My first real ride was on an Appaloosa named Strawberry Jam, but I nicknamed her Pocahontas because of the polka-dots on her butt. Since then (probably before then) it has been all downhill. “Horse” has stayed on my wish list for every birthday and Christmas since I can remember – even to this day. When we bought my car when I was 16 I reminded my mom that she could get me a horse instead (which would have been cheaper, at least for the moment) and I would have been just as happy. I would have had to walk almost everywhere in my suburban town…but I’d still have been just as happy.
I participated in a summer of horse camp, which was somewhat similar to Pony Club in that we learned about horsemanship from the ground up including breeds, colors and basic horse care in addition to riding. Besides that, I satisfied my horse crazy with periodic trail rides when I could. I wanted to get into regular riding lessons, but let’s face it – they’re frickin’ expensive! And as a kid I knew my mom tried to give me as much as possible, but that money didn’t grow on trees.
Everyone has those couple moments that they’ll never forget as a kid. Those special events or trips you went on with the people you love and the places that are etched in your memory forever. I have a whole week’s worth of scenery, animals, people and experiences 聽that I hold dear to my heart and that I like to remember often.
My parents split up when I was little and I lived mostly with my mom, so the time that my dad spent with me he really tried to make special. He’d take me ATVing, fishing, tubing, shooting and climbing. If you haven’t noticed a pattern here, he most likely was trying to turn me into a boy, but he always encouraged my love for horses (as well as driving me to and from ballet classes and taping every single recital :) ). Being the awesome dad he was, he picked out and planned just about the best vacation his little horse-crazy-girl could have ever imagined, a week at聽Black Mountain Ranch in McCoy, Colorado.
This place has it all. Situated on a mountain, this working dude ranch provides adventure (trail riding, fishing, shooting, whitewater rafting, cattle drives, and a ride to town to attend the rodeo at the end of the week),聽camaraderie (great wranglers, fellow guests and a nice saloon to spend your time together each evening) and the feel of home (delicious gourmet meals and comfy, cozy聽accommodations), even if you’re thousands of miles away from where you usually hang your hat.