Some Birthdays Get a Cake. This One Got a Saddle.
Some birthday sessions are built around balloons and a smash cake. This one was built around a pony named Little Foot and a boy who already knows exactly what kind of cowboy he wants to be. We came back to Abran and Ashton's family ranch in El Rito a little before six, just as the afternoon was turning gold and the clouds were starting to stretch out thin over the pines. Elias showed up dressed for the occasion — a pearl-snap shirt in a blue and tan Aztec print, dark jeans, worn-in boots, a silver buckle nearly the size of his hand, and a straw cowboy hat with a brim wide enough to shade the both of them.
Little Foot
Little Foot is a shaggy brown paint with a white blaze down his nose and a forelock that falls right into his eyes, and he carries himself with the patience of an animal who has decided this small person is his responsibility. Elias climbed into a tooled leather saddle made to his size, a coil of neon-yellow rope looped over the horn, and within about a minute he was pointing out across the field and calling orders to nobody in particular. We didn't ask him to do that. We just made sure we were in front of him when he did.
Leading the Way
At some point Elias decided riding wasn't enough — he wanted to lead. He took the black lead rope in both fists and walked Little Foot straight across the pasture toward us, eyes on the ground, boots careful, the pony following a respectful step behind. Abran trailed further back by the old wooden barn, close enough to help and far enough to let his son feel like he was doing it himself. Up close, Elias gave Little Foot a kiss right on the nose, eyes squeezed shut and tongue out, the way only a kid who has never once been afraid of a horse would.
Two Brothers in One Saddle
Baby Elijah came along in his Carhartt cap and a little romper printed with cowboy boots, looking about as serious as a person can look at that age. Abran held him up beside the pony while Elias, grinning from the saddle, grabbed his hat brim with both hands like he'd just won something. Then, for a few careful seconds, the two of them shared the saddle — Elias wrapped his arms around his brother from behind and held on, and Elijah, barefoot, gripped the reins and stared off at the horizon like he'd been riding for years.
Golden Hour in the Round Pen
The last of the light came through the ponderosas and turned the dust in the round pen a warm copper. Abran walked Little Foot slow along the rail while Elias rode, quiet now, turning that yellow rope over in his hands. Between frames, he slipped off to climb the pipe fence, one boot hooked on the bottom rail, looking back over his shoulder at the pen like he was checking on his herd. Ashton, in a soft blue dress and cowboy boots, stood beside Little Foot with an arm around her son and the easy smile of someone who has watched him grow into this. This is what a childhood on the ranch looks like — dirt on the boots, a pony who waits for you, and your whole family close enough to catch you.
Abran and Ashton
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