Appreciating the slow and steady

Before I had kids, I had a colt. Like all babies, she grew up fast; by her first winter the red hair she was born with had thickened, her chocolatebrown mane was no longer short, coltish bristles, and her legs were no longer skinny knobs. Despite being raised by a mostly wild mare, Jane had warmed up to me right away, eating hay and grain from my hands the same day we brought her home. Since…