sunday rein - a little name with big meanings.  a girl.  her horse.  and moments like these.  weekend whims with loved ones, wild hearts, sunshine, and pockets full of treats.  she's a redhead.  stubborn and feisty.  she's re-soled her cowboy boots more times than she can count.  a collector.  of rocks, and feathers, and bird nests, and memories.  she picks up pennies on heads and flips ones on tails for the next to find.  there’s no such thing as luck. she moves turtles out of the road and has raised several wild hare from unopened eyes that have been scooped from hay fields by farmers after the first cutting.  she is inspired most by stories.  running her hands along the bark of a 100 year old tree that if could talk, she'd be the first to listen.  by burying her nose into the shoulder of her horse.  by sitting in the quiet of a moonlit night.  by plucking ripe tomatoes from a delicate vine or a four-leaf clover from beneath her feet.  she believes handwriting is like a handshake.  she finds that the greatest beauty comes from what the Lord has made.  whether it be calluses on hard worked hands or love that hits you like a train.  the sound of rain on a tin roof or a strand of hair that tickles your nose.  she strives to be a servant.  a capturer and sharer.  through moments like these.