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by Tammy Gilbert - Story Teller & Published Author, Decorator & Aesthetician

July 16, 2017 by Tammy Gilbert

I heard the doorbell ring and knew it was him!  He had come to pick me up for the Texas Ball.  I opened the door and my guy looked drop dead gorgeous from the top of his cowboy hat down to his cowboy boots and I was a mess!  On my way to answer the door I stopped to add some more hairspray (when you have hair like mine it needs constant control by way of hairspray, lots & lots of hairspray).  I was in such a hurry to be on time (apparently I’ve made us late for every date we’ve had in the past six months) that I mistakingly grabbed my hair mousse instead of my hairspray.  My hair was a soggy, limp, sticky complete disaster! So I may have been a little short with him when he looked at me, chuckled and asked “How much longer do you need to fix that”?  (pointing at my hair)

We had dated for 6 months so one would think that he would be accustomed to my tardiness! I don’t know about you, but when someone phrases a question like that,  I’m gonna be a little short!

Soggy, limp, sticky hair aside, didn’t he know this kind of preparation couldn’t be rushed?  I needed to be picture perfect.  Didn’t he understand that I spent a weeks worth of pay at the western store on this perfect bedazzled jumpsuit and I needed the perfect hairdo to go with it?  After waiting 45 minutes, he finally said we really needed to go.  I looked one last time in the mirror and thought well this is quite honestly a miracle in the making because for the first time ever, I had control of my hair…thank you Jesus! I went outside to his truck, he opened the door for me (I love how this dude was raised)  and I hopped in.  He got in, reached into the side pocket of his truck seat, pulled out a box, tossed it to me and said, “see how this goes with your outfit”.  I sat there for just about 1 whole second, opened the box and saw the biggest, most beautiful diamond solitaire EVER! Not bragging but my guy put a 2 carat on my finger (a gentleman with great taste, how does this happen?).  I could only think of one word to say to him… “When?” as in When’s the wedding? Yep, that was my response.  All of 1 word.  No need in acting like I was hard to get,  I was totally smitten and in love with this wrangler wearing cowboy.

HE TOSSED IT AND I CAUGHT IT!  He wasn’t then nor has he ever been someone who minced words.  He’s not a poet or a romantic (in the traditional sort of way) but when he says something, it comes from his heart and he genuinely means it.  After driving a while and glancing at the rock he had placed on my left hand, it dawned on me that he’d just proposed! I said to him “That was the worst proposal I’ve ever heard, I should get a do-over”.  He said, “nope, no do-overs, I love you, I want to spend the rest of my life with you and that’s it.”  I said “OK”.

I’m pretty awesome at ONE WORD responses to life changing questions 🙂

’til next Sunday y’all- Tammy

 

 

 

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Hi there- I love sharing my crazy life about living in the middle of Pidcoke, Texas with my Cowboy.  If I'm not scraping the cow poop off of my cheetah print stilettos then you can find me blogging, decorating or helping women feel beautiful at my spa! I hope you enjoy my stories- 𝔁𝓸, 𝓣𝓪𝓶𝓶𝔂 ❥

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