It makes him laugh, a low chuckle as he remembers the woman who hated horses, who asked someone to give her lessons just so she could ride with him. And look at her now. Look at them now.

He reaches out with one hand, and takes hers in his, tightly. "You made it, lady. You did it. I was happy to be along for the ride."

He squeezes her hand. "I love you. I mean that very, very seriously."