I miss being able to saddle up a horse and ride somewhere where I don't see another person for hours if I don't want to.
I miss the jingle of my old dog "Buck's" tags as he follows me through the brush in the early morning when I would ride my colt.
I miss the days when going to class required a roll out of bed into whatever clothes I felt like and a ball cap.
I miss late nights in Elko and early mornings back to home to help at the ranch.
I miss watching the sun rising as we left Stockman's.
I love waking up cuddled between a little boy and a rat terrier.
I love going to bed at a decent hour and waking up early, knowing what I will be doing that day.
I don't miss roommate drama.
I don't miss feeling lousy all day because I played to hard the night before.
Isn't it funny how our lives and priorities change?
I still miss saddling a young horse and riding somewhere, nowhere in particular and not seeing or hearing anyone else.
Mad About Turquoise with The Mad Cow Company
7 months ago