So, Ive been married to a cowboy for 38 years, some of them good, other not so much. As you go through life together sometimes you really wonder if you love your spouse or if they love you. You get cranky and yes there are days when you fight and not always nice. Some days look like it will be the end that you’ll spend the rest of your life riding alone.
That song of June Carter and Johnny Cash where he sings: “We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout,” that was us. I won’t go into the details of that but those first few years probably 10 or so were, and I blush saying this, were hotter than a pepper sprout. Oh, my.
Lately, with the hard times we’ve faced I wasn’t sure my cowboy really loved me or ever did. And I wasn’t too fond of him either. Today though, I write this in tears.
You all know I’ve been trying to sell my saddle to get some funds together to get a new cancer treatment that doesn’t involve chemo and radiation. Well, two cowboys came to have a look at that saddle. My cowboy had come to help me catch and saddle our horses with that saddle of mine so the guy with the cash could try it out. He decided he didn’t like it. I was a little desperate to not let that $3500 walk away and looked over at my cowboy and asked: “Would you consider selling your saddle?” I knew this guy would like it better. With out a moments hesitation he went and got it and saddled Trouper with it so the guy could try it. It was bought on the spot. That guy held out his hand and my cowboy shook it. He just stood there and shook it. That saddle that he loved and probably will never be able to replace went out the door and it was me that cried.
I am loved. He is loved. I’ll never ever doubt that again.