Saturday, March 21, 2015

I never want to forget...

 
Can't forget 2005! We were babies.
 

I never want to forget my first truck; it was purple and ran on gasoline and it gained me entrance into the elusive high school "truck club." Or the first blue ribbon I ever won on the first horse I trained myself, I swear he would've jumped the moon for me.

I never want to forget watching them ship my boyfriend overseas and feeling like every muscle in my body quit working except the ones that made tears. Or the day my first horse took his last breath and knowing that God needed a good pony.

I never want to forget my childhood best friend; the trouble we got in, the fights we had, we laughed until our stomachs hurt and then it was over like it had never begun. Or the day I left home and promised I wasn't going back, and never did, but always wanted to.

I never want to forget the first racehorse I ever rode; my hands raw from gripping the rubber and nylon reins bridged across her neck, her body flattening out and the wind blurring my vision. Or the first bronc I ever climbed on; her eyes trained on the chute gate but her ears pointed at me, 1200 pounds of rock hard muscle quivering beneath me.

I never want to forget the first time I crossed the Red River and I knew I was somewhere I belonged. Or the summer we tied bronc saddles onto the headache rack of my flatbed Ford and toured Texas. We lived like kings in bedrolls, rode like fools and never made enough to cover fuel.

I never want to forget the first dance partner who pulled me close and meant what he said; nothing else in the world mattered. Or the sun rising on the back of my first home bred colt; she was perfect, she still is perfect.

I never want to forget anything that hasn't happened yet that fills me so full I could laugh or cry or scream. There's something special about the kind of emotion that lifts you up and marks your soul and truly makes you feel alive. Find what it is that makes you feel alive. 

 



2 comments:

  1. As long as you keep all those special memories in your heart, you will never forget

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    1. So true. It's the ones that absorbs into your soul and right in the middle of your heart that become your stepping stones.

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