do I feel ashamed to go to the beach with this cowgirl tan?
am I simply going to accept that they don't have to know what Im doing all my life?
yes. I stuff my head & hands in the sun.
yes. the rest of me is covered in denim & leather at all times.
I guess all that matters is that they can see that i am happy and that I have jesus.
this day was tremendous.
but yes my head & hands are a dull redish brownish. & my roping hand is lighter because I wore a glove today.
and yes it's ok.
& now i'm going to the lake.
to have princess time again.
to forget the cows and the fencing.
to breathe in girl night.
to wash the dirt & sweat off in the lake.
I wouldn't of had to go to this branding.
but i love the palmers.
& i love roping.
& i love the silhouette of all those cowboys against the mountains.
& i love the smell of smoke & sweat.
& I love dirt under my nails. & hair in my face.
I love all of it.
and yes I love days at the lake too,
but not as much as living this.
God has blessed me with a love for all of this.
God has blessed me with so much.
like my daddy.
His calm way of being the best out there,
of being noticeable very quietly.
His hands are connected to the feet of every horse. He is my role model. & he always will be.
I will not apologize for a random post.
but this one is random.
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