“Is it time yet?” I ask my husband quietly.

“It’s 3 a.m., go back to sleep.” he replies from his side of the bed. I am more excited than a kid on Christmas day. It’s the day of my intro lesson.

Scrolling through Instagram, I see my friend’s daughter riding a pony, and I am overcome with longing. After decades of adamantly swearing I would never ride a horse again, I suddenly desperately want to take lessons.