May your next trip around the sun be bright & beautiful ... just like you!
We love you!!
February 27, 2009
February 26, 2009
a black felt hat.
I had dinner with my husband last night at the 50th Anniversary of the Lorenzen Bull Sale.
Steak. {shocking I know}
With rolls, salads, vegetables, potatoes, and dessert.
I didn't have to cook.
I didn't have to clean up.
I didn't have to listen to anyone saying "but I don't like this."
No kids.
No exasperated looks across the table.
No spilled milk.
Just a room full of other people who are passionate about cattle.
Cowboy hats.
Starched shirts and Wranglers.
Cinch jeans.
Boots.
Buckles.
Water {and a little bit of whiskey}.
I was not born into a family that lived for animals and the enormous amount of work they require.
I was not raised with pets of any sort.
I did not know that one should back up only using mirrors & not turn their head around.
I still do not know how to drive a pick-up with a trailer {but I am thinking that it will happen in the near future, whether I want it to or not}.
and...
I am not (and do NOT pretend to be) the {Queen of Cattle}.
The good news ...
I am married to one of the tallest, goofiest, most handsome cattle raisers in the county.
I am fond {so very fond} of my cattleman in a cowboy hat.
I appreciate the height of my cattleman in a crowded room full of other cattlemen in cowboy hats.
I love that this life I've stepped into has fully embraced me ... and that I am diligently and whole-heartedly trying my best to embrace it.
It's good.
... and that black felt cowboy hat that my husband proudly wears - just makes things seem {perfect} ... whether I'm the {Queen of Cattle} or not.
Steak. {shocking I know}
With rolls, salads, vegetables, potatoes, and dessert.
I didn't have to cook.
I didn't have to clean up.
I didn't have to listen to anyone saying "but I don't like this."
No kids.
No exasperated looks across the table.
No spilled milk.
Just a room full of other people who are passionate about cattle.
Cowboy hats.
Starched shirts and Wranglers.
Cinch jeans.
Boots.
Buckles.
Water {and a little bit of whiskey}.
I was not born into a family that lived for animals and the enormous amount of work they require.
I was not raised with pets of any sort.
I did not know that one should back up only using mirrors & not turn their head around.
I still do not know how to drive a pick-up with a trailer {but I am thinking that it will happen in the near future, whether I want it to or not}.
and...
I am not (and do NOT pretend to be) the {Queen of Cattle}.
The good news ...
I am married to one of the tallest, goofiest, most handsome cattle raisers in the county.
I am fond {so very fond} of my cattleman in a cowboy hat.
I appreciate the height of my cattleman in a crowded room full of other cattlemen in cowboy hats.
I love that this life I've stepped into has fully embraced me ... and that I am diligently and whole-heartedly trying my best to embrace it.
It's good.
... and that black felt cowboy hat that my husband proudly wears - just makes things seem {perfect} ... whether I'm the {Queen of Cattle} or not.
February 25, 2009
February 24, 2009
February 22, 2009
Another Year.
Today is your birthday. The beginning of another year of {you}.
I've struggled with knowing what to do for you to make this 22nd day of February special for you ... and now that it's here, I find myself in this really weird place.
I've wrapped lots of fun presents for you {from the boys}.
I've purchased a special dessert just for you.
I've written in your card.
and ...
I've reflected {a lot} on the 7+ years I've known you.
You. Unique and original - YOU!
...................................................
It's been a rough month in our house.
We've been going, running, driving, chasing, crawling, screaming, crying, praying, begging, pleading ... here, there and everywhere.
We've all had to adjust to living under one roof again.
We've struggled with finding our groove, and somehow, someway, your birthday got thrown into the middle of it all.
.....................................................
I'm a huge fan of birthdays.
I love celebrating the lives of others.
I love decorating, planning, and singing.
But to be honest, today {feb. 22} was hard.
The past week has been hard.
We've passed each other in the kitchen, seen each other a few mornings, and managed to eat a few dinners together - but not much else.
We've struggled with our boys.
We've struggled with commitments.
We've struggled with communicating.
....................................................
and ... as I attempted to plan for this day of {you} ... I found myself just wanting to do nothing.
Nothing {with you}.
I wanted and wished for a day with {nothing}.
No calves with broken legs.
No flat tires.
No frustrating conversations.
No cold & wet rain.
No chaos.
Why, oh why, can we never have a day that is just {normal}?
This day to celebrate YOU, was anything BUT nothing.
...................................................
Nothing.
That was {and still is} my wish for you. For us.
And tonight - after the chaos finally came to a halt - I sat across the table from you and felt peace.
Finally.
We had bacon, eggs, and biscuits for dinner. {your birthday dinner wish}
It wasn't fancy ... but it was good.
We laughed with our boys.
We laughed at each other.
You ate your triple scoop dish of Tillamook ice cream from the McDonald's drive-thru that I bought you this afternoon ... and even without the candle - it was {perfect}.
...........................................
I've struggled with knowing what to do for you to make this 22nd day of February special for you ... and now that it's here, I find myself in this really weird place.
I've wrapped lots of fun presents for you {from the boys}.
I've purchased a special dessert just for you.
I've written in your card.
and ...
I've reflected {a lot} on the 7+ years I've known you.
You. Unique and original - YOU!
...................................................
It's been a rough month in our house.
We've been going, running, driving, chasing, crawling, screaming, crying, praying, begging, pleading ... here, there and everywhere.
We've all had to adjust to living under one roof again.
We've struggled with finding our groove, and somehow, someway, your birthday got thrown into the middle of it all.
.....................................................
I'm a huge fan of birthdays.
I love celebrating the lives of others.
I love decorating, planning, and singing.
But to be honest, today {feb. 22} was hard.
The past week has been hard.
We've passed each other in the kitchen, seen each other a few mornings, and managed to eat a few dinners together - but not much else.
We've struggled with our boys.
We've struggled with commitments.
We've struggled with communicating.
....................................................
and ... as I attempted to plan for this day of {you} ... I found myself just wanting to do nothing.
Nothing {with you}.
I wanted and wished for a day with {nothing}.
No calves with broken legs.
No flat tires.
No frustrating conversations.
No cold & wet rain.
No chaos.
Why, oh why, can we never have a day that is just {normal}?
This day to celebrate YOU, was anything BUT nothing.
...................................................
Nothing.
That was {and still is} my wish for you. For us.
And tonight - after the chaos finally came to a halt - I sat across the table from you and felt peace.
Finally.
We had bacon, eggs, and biscuits for dinner. {your birthday dinner wish}
It wasn't fancy ... but it was good.
We laughed with our boys.
We laughed at each other.
You ate your triple scoop dish of Tillamook ice cream from the McDonald's drive-thru that I bought you this afternoon ... and even without the candle - it was {perfect}.
...........................................
.....................................................
Everything in the world seemed right tonight.
The night of our celebration of {you}.
.....................................................
The chaos will always be there.
The frustrations won't go away.
The struggles with committing to things and communicating ... they will get better.
And my love for you - sweet husband of mine - will continue to grow!
Happy Birthday Ian ~ ♥ me ... your biggest fan!
February 21, 2009
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