Hi there, welcome to my crazy life with a cowboy, a cowdog and a whole mess of cow poop! Boy howdy, the things I’ve learned from this dude! So, grab some sweet tea and enjoy the read OR feel free to look around on the other pages. I won’t mind and neither will Cowboy.
SO HERE GOES- I first met Cowboy when I was 19 and he was 26. My boss at the time decided to play matchmaker and told me he gave my number to a friend/client. After describing this friend/client, I said to him “are you crazy?” He’s too old for me! He described him as smart, well respected and said he comes from a good family. For the love of God, this could only end horribly.
Not only did he sound like a nerd but he probably wears a pocket protector to boot.
The next day he calls to invite me to lunch.
Of all days, it’s raining which means my hair is a huge frizz ball and growing by the minute. Oh well, I thought, after the description I heard from my boss, no big loss if it goes badly.
So there I was, sitting at my desk waiting for him. I heard the chime on the door go ping and when I looked up I saw boots and the BEST FITTING wranglers on any human and a cowboy hat.
Please Jesus let this be him, I promise to say my prayers every night twice if this could just be him.
HIM: Hi Tammy, are you ready for lunch? ME: YES!!
Thank you Jesus, you are my hero…did I mention the wranglers?!
Thirty two years later this is what I know:
Cowboy is a simple, honest man. His handshake is his word. He loves me. He believes in God. He loves me. He loves his family. He’s loyal to his friends (all 5 lol). He’s proud of his kids. He’s a hardworker. And, he loves me…a lot.
AND HE STILL WEARS THOSE WRANGLERS.