(Diamond Solitaire, in all her glories)

Editor’s Note:

Well, it’s race day. The day we have been pointing to for over a month now. The day that we have been looking at and hoping for and anxiously awaiting, has now arrived. The day. The big day. The big race day.

This afternoon, at about 5 p.m. EST, our very own Diamond Solitaire will hopefully load peacefully into the gate; settle into her temporary stall; and be fully ready for the 13th Running of the Hoosier Breeders’ Sophomore Stakes “Filly Division.”

All our hopes and dreams that we imagined, conjured, hoped and prayed for so very long now will be riding on the back of the little girl that no one gave much of a chance to survive; much less ever race.

All our focus will be on helping her; supporting her; boosting her; cheering and yelling for her. Most of all? Loving her.

All of us who now own a part of this amazing girl — which will be about 40-plus people strong today — will be wearing our green and pink hats; our little ribbons on the lapel; our stomachs in our throats; and our hearts on our sleeves.

All of it will be on the line. And, unabashed, we will be there to support and root like a bunch of teenagers at our first rock concert.

If you ever wondered what it feels like to walk one the field for the 7th game of the World Series, then own a racehorse.

If you ever wanted to know what it is like to watch your kid stroll out on the field for a major soccer championship, then own a racehorse.

If you ever wanted to know how it hits you when you realize that your child is sitting on the piano bench and is nervously awaiting their first recital, then own a racehorse.

If you ever truly wanted to know what it’s like to own a racehorse who is getting ready for their biggest race ever, then look back and see the times when your children walked the aisle for their own weddings.

Pride overwhelms the soul like a waterfall after a week of Spring rains.

Excitement rings the ears like the Church belles on Christmas eve.

Hope fills the heart like a child does a glass of water.

Fear tries to sneak in the backdoor of the mind, like a thief on a horrible mission.

And, the eyes are no match for the rodeo of emotions crashing around and just hoping to hang on for a full eight seconds.

Today is the day.

Diamond Solitaire will get her third chance to win a Stakes race. And, we will be there to watch, wager and wish. Wish for the best. Wish for the best for her. Wish for her best to come to her. Just wish.

Please don’t call me then. Not to be rude, but I won’t answer. I may not even be breathing for the next few minutes.

The butterflies will be hitting the tummy wall about as fast as an Aroldis Chapman fastball on a catcher’s mitt. The mind will be filled with the sound of worries that resemble Cicadas, who have chirped so loudly this summer that the earbuds have had trouble drowning out. The hands will be sweating. The feet moving. The binoculars swinging like a pendulum just set into motion.

I have been waiting for this day for so long. We all have been waiting for this moment for so very long.

Now, it is here.

And, truthfully, I don’t know what in the hell to do.

No clue. Just hold on the bar and let the roller coaster roll.

And, that’s the reason I love our horses.

That’s the reason that I love them so very much.

This is the reason why I love Diamond Solitaire so very much.