Friday, November 13, 2009

A Love Letter To My Cowboy (13 is our lucky number)


Two years ago today (November 13th, 2007) a small kiss changed my life forever. Funny how two people can know each other for years, live parallel lives, run in the same circles, share many of the same friends and not realize that they should have been together all along. But then came a kiss and the deal was sealed or as he would like to say...we pitched some woo and the deal was done.

I had no idea that pitchin' woo could be so wonderful, considering I thought he was referencing a barn activity (and looking back now, I guess it actually could be..hee...hee..hheeeee).

I never thought that two years later, we would be living on the farm and settling down into a life of love, laughter and finding the little things in life are what is most important.  He is the best thing that ever happened in my life and I thank my lonestars every day.

 Four nights away from the farm and my cowboy have made me realize how much I have grown to love my new rural life. The city life is no longer an option, I cannot wait to go home. I miss the clucking of the chickens, the mooing of the cows and the sweet nuzzles and waffling that the little donkeys like to greet me with whenever they see me.

Most of all, I missed my cowboy. I missed drinking coffee in the morning and contemplating the day based upon the weather outside. I missed having lunch together, we make it a habit to drop what we are doing and meet for a bite to eat at the old kitchen table or in town at the museum I curate. Most of all, I missed our evenings together tucked away snugly in our little farmhouse, just us and the four dogs and two cats who share the same little four square at night. 

It's funny where life takes you and who it throws in your path. Like I said, we had known each other for years - before we REALLY knew each other. I think I knew somewhere deep inside that we loved each other right there and then on that fateful night of November, 13th.


So 13 to us is a very lucky number indeed, so lucky, that we made it permanent - in ink, on Friday the 13th no less.

So, the question is now - what are we doing next year?

Stay tuned!

6 comments:

  1. It is good to know there is still love out there. Can we see a close up of the tatt? Thanks for being the first one to comment on my blog! =0)

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  2. Beautiful - a carta de amor to your cowboy and the two of you!

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  3. Thanks for sharing your story. We are living similar lives! There is nothing I love more than snuggling up with my farmer in our four-square and settling in for the night. He was gone for two days this weekend and I missed him terribly. We must be kindred spirits!

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  4. A very good friend (and 3rd cousin) to my cowboy passed away yesterday from complications from a rare brain virus. He was a very talented architect and historian and his parents met each other in the living room where I am writing this from (His farm is directly across the road about 1 mile down). We are so saddened by his passing, it really makes you think how lucky we all are to be alive and in good health. So, for those who are in love - be thankful. For those who are looking for love - be hopeful! Treasure each and every day. Kiss your husband, lover, mom, dad or child and let them know how lucky you are to have them!

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  5. Sorry for your loss.
    SO true about kissing, hugging and letting people know you love them - OFTEN!

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