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When I met Gunnar, he told me he "rode horses when he was a kid." I thought. "Big deal, I've ridden a horse before." A few years ago, when visiting my grandparents, we were sitting around having dinner and Gunnar started talking to my grandparents about horses. When he started throwing around terms like "stallion*" and "mare*" I knew he obviously had ridden more horses than I had becuase I don't really know horse terms. I put the * next to those words becuase I doubt those are the actual words he used. I don't really use horse terms and don't really bother to store them in my head, and therefore don't really remember what he really said.
Maybe a year or so ago, my wonderful mother-in-law, Carol, gave me a couple photo albums and a big stack of loose pictures from Gunnar's childhood that she thought we might enjoy. I was so excited. As I looked through the pictures, it became clear to me that when Gunnar casually said he "rode horse" he really meant that he spent years ridding horses and has horse skills.
For the purpose of this post I am only putting in pictures that are specifically western looking. Some other day I will post the pictures that are generic horse ridding pictures or from when he rode "english."
So here he is. The cutest little cowboy you ever did see.
He rode in competitions, as did his sister, Sonja. Carol kept them looking sharp.
Up on his horse, who's name I forget, but I am sure Gunnar knows. Maybe Ironman?
I think these last two pictures are from Warner Spring (I think?) where they spent a lot of time and rode horses. 
I LOVE this picture. The light, the horses, the cute kids.
Last, but not least, quite possibly one of my very favorite pictures of Gunnar EVER. I love it! Possibly it is my love for John Wayne, possibly it is my love for a great poser, or maybe it is just some recessive cowboy loving gene inherited from my grandparents. Anyways, I love love love his picture.
Obviously, God was already preparing him to pastor at Valley Baptist.
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