Story Snippets: The Days are Long

Today wasn't easy. Like a lot of days as a mama with two rambunctious toddlers. The girl dried her tears of exhaustion and frustration and finished folding the laundry.

Even living right on a ranch, you don't get to do a lot of the ranch work when you have two kids under three and there's a foot of snow outside. 

She thought back on her day of wiping noses and bottoms, picking up the tipped-over Christmas tree at least twice, trying to entertain two kids excited for Christmas, doing the laundry and the dishes and sweeping and mopping and....

Sometimes she just wanted to escape for a few minutes. To go shovel snow or work her dog or groom a horse or two. But the kids wouldn't nap today, and by the time she got them all bundled up and outside, she was exhausted. The littlest tipped over in the snow and cried because he was cold. The older one ran off through the snow and wouldn't come back. After she chased him down, got the animals fed, and both kids back inside, she just wanted to collapse. From exhaustion. From frustration. But there was still dinner to make, so she just kept going.

By the time her husband came home, she wasn't even in a mood to speak to anyone. She knew he didn't understand why. Or deserve the attitude he was getting from her. But today was just one of those days...

The best she could do was feed everyone and send them to bed. She stayed up alone to fold the laundry and have a few moments of peace, knowing she'd be more tired for it in the morning but not knowing how else to cope. Then she climbed the stairs, weary to the bone and just needing a break. 

Then she snuck into her babies' rooms...and her mama heart was full of love and gratitude. The little one with his beautiful blonde curls, asleep like a little stink bug with his feet tucked up under him. The big one gave her a sleepy smile and murmured "love you Mama" as she tucked the blankets around him. Her husband was half asleep but hugged her to him as she climbed into bed. And she couldn't help but feel so grateful for these people who loved her so much, and so unconditionally. How lucky was she to have three people that always wanted her company and her attention? So no, it definitely wasn't easy today. But the love made it all worth doing again.

Story Snippets: Perspective

The girl stopped the truck and got out for what seemed like the millionth time today. It was an unusually warm day for December, and she couldn't help but be concerned about the weather. If they had another year like last year....

She handed her babies a snack in the backseat and promised it would only be a minute this time.

Unloading her tired mare from the trailer, she said, "Hopefully the last time today old girl."

She patted the dog on the back of the truck, apologizing that he couldn't come this time, but he should really stop getting in fights with porcupines.

She tightened her cinch and climbed up on her tall dun mare. They were getting a few stragglers off the mountain today... the ones that were missed in the gather for a reason. Those dang cows couldn't have just gone down the road and through the gate. As they climbed the steep hill, all she heard was the music of her spur catching the brush and her mare's footfalls and heavy breathing."I know you're tired old gal. As soon as we get to the top of the hill, we'll know what the rest of our day is going to look like." 

She thought about what that meant in a general sense. How you can't see what's about to happen or what's around you when you're in the thick of it, but everything is made clear on top of the hill.

As they reached the summit, relief flooded over the girl. There was a fence at the top of the hill. Those wild old cows were just standing there, and she pushed them back along the fence, down the hill, and through the gate. 

As she loaded her horse back on the trailer and let her babies out of the truck to play while they waited for her husband, she thought about their way of life. It was sure hard some days, but she couldn't think of anything else that could offer a person quite such a great perspective or such a hell of a view.

If the Shoe Fits

My best friend posted a quote on social media a while ago. I don't know who said it, but the quote was,

"You're not overwhelmed. You're lazy and unorganized." 

And wow. How direct and to the point. Some might say it is rude or tactless, but I'm a very direct person and it's exactly what I needed. 

It wasn't directed at me, but it was an "if the shoe fits" kind of situation. And it definitely fit.

I have two boys. Toddlers. They're wild and crazy and keep me on my toes. They exhaust me. It is a lot harder to go do all the things I want to do with them in tow, so I tend to make a lot of excuses.

And I've been putting off all the things I know I need to do in order to be successful in my endeavors. 

This quote, this one simple thing, it has been saving me from myself.

I already knew I was in my own way and lacking in self discipline, but this helped me put in perspective what I need to do on a daily basis to change that.

I'm being more intentional about creating good habits, and doing the things that make me feel good; going for a walk in the morning instead of letting my kids watch cartoons, cooking breakfast immediately instead of putting it off while scrolling social media, checking the horses, letting Tell ride his dang pony, exercising when I put the boys down for a nap, taking my supplements every day, making my bed as soon as I get up, keeping the floor swept and messes picked up as much as possible with my tornadoes. 

They're small things. I was so focused on the big things that I want to, but am unable to do at this point in time, that I forgot the small habits make the biggest difference.

If you're in that place too, I have a little piece of advice. Get out of your own dang way. Write down on a paper the things you should do every day, every week, every month. Shower, get dressed, and put your face on in the morning even if you have nowhere to go. It makes all the difference!

Stop being lazy, and get organized! 

XO, The Cowboy's Wife

That Pivotal Moment

The moment I first felt like a mother...

I wouldn't highlight it as the moment I first felt baby kick.

Or the moment when I first heard that wonderful cry.

Or the moment when they laid my beautiful boy on my chest.

I wouldn't even say it was when we were finally all home as a family.

I recall very early on in my pregnancy, (I was probably 5 or 6 weeks along) I was riding through my father-in-law's field on a colt with my husband. Now, it wasn't a bad colt and he wasn't super green. But I also recall it being the only time I was truly afraid on a horse. He got a little silly about crossing a ditch and I burst into tears.

Tyrell had no idea what to make of this, never having had to worry about me on a horse before.

The difference this time is that I wasn't worried about myself. I was worried about the tiny child growing inside of me, despite the fact the only evidence was a pregnancy test and I'm not sure Ty quite believed it was true! 

That was the moment. 

It was a pivotal moment of huge change in my life, one I will always remember.

My normally fearless, I'll-try-anything-once self had turned into something else entirely.

Suddenly my brain was working overtime thinking of all the things that could go wrong.

That hasn't really stopped since then. Now, I have two little ones to worry about. 

Isn't that what being a mother is all about? Constantly thinking of someone else's needs, worrying about someone else's well being? 

I sometimes miss being able to live in the moment more, to be fearless, to be willing to try anything. But I wouldn't trade my babies, or the person I've become because of them, for the world. 

XO, The Cowboy's Wife

Sedentary Life

If our great-grandparents could time travel to our day and age, I suppose it would be obvious to them why depression, anxiety, and other mental illnesses are so rampant. Why they appear in such high numbers. Imagine what they would see when observing our daily lives:

A person waking in their home to go to their 9-5, commuting on a crowded freeway in a smoggy city with thousands of others doing the same thing. They spend their day in an office, working for someone else. They then commute home on the same road in the same smog with the same thousands of people. They walk inside and turn on the tv, then go to bed late. 

I wonder if our ancestors look down on us and say, "Don't you do anything else?" 

Most people don't know how to plant a garden. Or raise animals for meat. Or milk a cow. Or hunt. Or do a lot of the basic things our ancestors did that was just a part of their daily survival. They were busy. They were always building, doing, working towards something. They knew exactly their purpose and why they were doing what they were doing.

I wonder if they would look at our past times and wonder why we spend so much time doing...nothing. Watching TV. Scrolling on our phones. Playing computer games. 

People weren't meant to be so dang sedentary. Get out there and find a purpose! Dig in the dirt. Create something. Build something. Set a goal and then work hard to achieve it! Wake up in the morning and cook breakfast, then GO OUTSIDE. Leave the job you hate. There are so many other options. Be brave enough to build yourself a happy life. 

XO, The Cowboy's Wife

Daydreams

There's a dream in my heart. 

A big, beautiful daydream.

It's made up of horses and cows, grassy fields and running streams. 

Mountains high, a valley green, with a small cabin backed up against the hills.

I look out across this land and am overwhelmed by the immensity of it. Can this really be mine?

But of course, it belongs to He who put this dream inside of me. 

I am simply the steward of this beautiful land, caretaker of animals who belong to this little valley. 

I spend my days in awe of Him, loving this simple and beautiful life, living and working by the sweat of my brow. 

I feel exhaustion in my bones and peace in my heart at the end of each day, and I know I am where I'm meant to be.

What a Difference You've Made in My Life

My sweet Cas,

Lately, you and I have been spending a lot more one on one time together. Big brother has started preschool and although we miss his entertaining self a few hours a week, I'm grateful for this time. Your little personality seems to shine even more when it's just us.

You're so funny with your different laughs; growly laugh, high pitched laugh, and your just can't help it giggle. You give me your sweet smile when you know you're in trouble, and wait for me to smile back. I really can't help but do so. 

My little blondie, you melt my heart and surprise me with something new every day. You say new words or pick up a funny new habit that I love, but know it will only last for a little while. 

You're getting so big, and I love watching you grow and change! You're such a whirlwind, but somehow you're still the peace in my days. The way you say mama and run to me just melts me. You'd rather be with me than anyone and I'm enjoying that while it lasts. 

Your sweet, funny, light spirit never fails to lift my own spirits. You're such a tease, just like your dad and also your Grandpa Richard. I guess we named you after the right person.

 What a difference you've made in my life my little blondie boy. I can't imagine what I ever did without you. I love you more than words can say, little big guy. I hope you always run to me. 

Grateful For You

 I'm grateful for you. I think of you every time my husband plays with our kids. I think of you when he has far more patience with me than I deserve. I think of you when he listens to all my troubles without a word, but with an open and loving heart. I think of you when I'm too serious with myself and he makes me laugh with one of his little jokes, reminding me not to sweat the small stuff. I'm grateful that he got these traits from you.

I'm grateful for the time before Ty and I got married when I was with you at church and you introduced me like this:

"This is Hallee. She's going to be my daughter and I'm so excited!" 

I am beyond lucky that you welcomed me into your family and accepted me as your own. I feel at home in your house and in your company. 

I'm grateful that you provide a wonderful example for everyone around you. You accept everyone with open arms and zero judgment, and a "more the merrier" attitude. You have changed my own attitude and my heart with your example. 

Thank you for being supportive of our future goals and dreams, and for always doing whatever you can to help us accomplish those things. We love you for being forever supportive, but always sitting back and watching us make our own choices. Thank you for being there for us always, in the big moments and the small ones.

You don't know what it means to me that you will sit and listen...to the struggles of my heart, to my complaints, to my funny and strange stories. To my future plans. To my random thoughts. I don't get much adult interaction and so I fear you are often the victim of my word vomit. But you accept it with unending patience and a listening  ear.

Thank you for always responding with kindness and thoughtfulness to my questions and sometimes judgments about others. You always keep me on the right track for leaning towards understanding instead of criticism.

You are an angel and a light in my life and in the life of my boys. An amazing bonus mom for me, a perfect grandma for my boys, and the wonderful woman who raised my equally wonderful husband. Every single day, I'm grateful for you.

When It Was All Just a Dream (pt 3)

I look over at you, riding in the truck next to me. Our hands are entwined on the console, our favorite song on the radio, and the kids are asleep in the backseat. We've got this year's calf crop in the trailer behind us, and we're on our way to the sale. Remember when it was all just a dream?

Last night, we sorted cows and calves and the boys did their best to "help". Tell stood on the fence and yelled at the cows and Castle kept saying moo cows! Over and over. These boys were born loving this life. Sharing our passion with them and watching them develop a passion for it too is nothing short of incredible. Remember when it was all just a dream?

I remember being 16 and just knowing our life in a few years would be amazing. We'd have our own cows, some nice horses, and a couple of cute kiddos to haul around. It was a pipe dream, then. 

Look at us now.

Remember when all of this was just a dream? But that was eight years ago.

8 years of craziness, passion, big dreams, love, frustration, hard work, realization of dreams, the best days of our lives so far, mundane and ordinary days, life struggles, health problems, new challenges, opportunities, tons of growth, and it has all put us where we are. Remember when it was all just a dream?

Real life is harder than we dreamed, I think. But I couldn't have imagined the incredible beauty of our lives together. The way trials shape us and help us grow stronger, the way every day life is filled with love and laughter, the way you are my one constant and the rock I can lean on no matter how hard life gets. What a great privilege it has been to get to grow up with you, and now to grow old with you. You are my biggest dream and my greatest adventure.

We have come so far together, and only have forever to go!

In a few years, when more of our dreams are realized, we can look back on this wonderful, simple time of living on love and say, "Remember when it was all just a dream?"

He Will Carry You Through

When you're going through a trial..where do you turn? When you lost your baby, or received a terminal diagnosis, or your home burned down along with all of your precious mementos of a life well lived...or you lost your job, or got divorced, or any of the plethora of things we endure in this life...who did you look to?
Did you maybe turn to the bottle, to numb the hurt? Did you sink down and allow yourself to be crushed under your momentuous pain? Did you turn to loved ones, or find a therapist, or just plain push the pain and hurt far down where you could try to forget about it?
Or did you turn to God in faith? Did you lay your burden down at his feet, and beg for His grace and mercy?
Did you share with Him your misery, and ask how you could possibly endure it? Or why you had to?
God loves you. You are His. He knew what this life would be when He sent you here, and knew you would have to endure loss, rejection, unimaginable pain, terror, sorrow, heartbreak, and anger.
He knew you would want to sink into the depths and stay there. But He gave us a Savior, someone who has felt all the pain we could ever know. He wants you to turn to Him with your pain. He wants to give you peace and understanding. So have faith. Lay your burden down, and He will carry you through it. We will never go through something we can't get through, because He makes up the difference we lack on our own. He will give you hope. He will give you love and joy and peace. You are never alone, and He will carry you through.
XO, The Cowboy's Wife 

To Castle, on His First Birthday

To my sweet Cas on your first birthday,

My little big guy, you have changed my world more than you know. You came into our lives and all of the turmoil and anxiety in me stopped every time I looked at your sweet face. You are still the peace in my days, and I love that you don't ever want me out of your sight. You tag along wherever I go, and your sweet smile and the way you love to snuggle up with me just gives me the calm I need to tamp down my anxious mind. 

You are sweeter than sweet, quiet and mellow. You'll never know how much I need you. More than you'll ever need me, I'm sure. You have changed my heart, and I'm reminded by you to just slow down and enjoy the moment. You play quietly by yourself and I have to stop all the busy things I'm doing and sit down to play with you. You look at me with that little sideways smile, come over and snuggle and give me kisses, and go right back to playing! 

You're so strong, stubborn, and very determined. You're not easily frustrated or upset and I love that these qualities in you remind me so much of your daddy. 

We spent your birthday out at cow camp and you had a blast playing in the dirt and riding the horses around. You sure are a little cowboy, and I love the way you take to a horse like you were born up there.

You adore that big brother of yours, and he loves you so much. He is always trying to help you or play with you and I love the way you two get along. He always calls you his best friend, and I hope you are always that close.

You should always remember who and where you came from. You were named for a very special man in our family, and you bring heaven just that much closer because of that. I know our loved ones watching over us will be proud of who you become.

I know you will be such a special person who does great things in your life. Your loyalty and honesty will take you far. I know that your quiet and thoughtful nature will grow and develop, and you will be an intuitive and sensitive person with a deep love and loyalty for those close to you. 

You are such a special boy, my little Cas. You are the peace and calm in every day, and you will bless so many people with that beautiful soul in your lifetime.

Mama and Daddy love you so much, little big guy. We can't wait to see who you become!

Who Will You Become?

God gave me a dreamer's mentality.

He gave me a belief in big dreams. 

He gave me an inquisitive nature and the desire to look inside myself and those who surround me.

He filled me with the need to know why people think the way they do, including myself. 

He gave me these traits to prepare me for immense personal change. 

He put trials and changes of life before me to change me and mold me for His plan for my life.

He made me a mother so I would know the meaning of sacrifice, fortitude, and persistence. 

He gave me a boy who pushes boundaries and forces me to improve myself in order to teach him to be a good human. 

He gave me the experience of a long and rough pregnancy, full of health issues and fears about my own mortality to teach me that perseverance and leaning on Him are the only ways you get through. But the end result is so worth it.

It was needful for me to go through the fire, through those pressures to help me BECOME. 

To become the person deserving of the blessings He is putting into my life. 

To become the person who can understand the importance of these blessings, and handle the immense responsibilities that come along with them.

To become someone who can forge the way for my family, on the way to our huge dreams. 

To become someone who can help others do the same.

I am proud of the person He is helping me become. I am so grateful for the immense blessings He is putting into my life.

We are all becoming something, whether you're becoming someone better on purpose, or letting life decide for you. In the end, you can look back on your life with pride for who you worked to become, or with regret at all you could've become but never did.

Which will it be for you?

Will you recognize God's hand in your life and His plan for you, and take action?

Or will you do nothing and let life pass you by?

Decide today! Look inside yourself, because that is where change begins.

XO, The Cowboy's Wife

A Long Line of Feral Women

I come from a long line of feral women. Strong-willed, independent thinking women, with strength and fortitude and faith in God.

My great-great grandmothers on my maternal Grandmother's side were SOMETHING.  

Grandma Georgiana had 5 kids in 5 years ya'll. In the early 1900s, she had TWO SETS OF TWINS. This tiny little lady birthed two sets of twins and they all survived. 

She stayed up the night through when all 5 of her kids had whooping cough at the same time, gently shaking them one at a time to help clear the mucus from their lungs. She saved all five of her children.

Her husband was a traveling salesman and she was often alone. She cared for 5 small children with no electricity, no running water, nothing. She had to drive her buggy to town to get water to drink. 

She then had to keep alive 3 wild boys whose main goal in life may have been to drive her up a wall. Running their ponies through the house, playing chicken, and general chaos must have encompassed her days.

My grandma Chloe raised 11 CHILDREN, in a tiny little house in a tiny little town. She also raised two of her grandchildren. She lost a son at 16 from spinal meningitis, and another shortly after he returned from the war and was killed by hitch hikers. 

Grandma Chloe was a midwife and cared for the Native American women on a nearby Reservation. She was patient, caring, and empathetic.

Six of her sons served in the military. Our own little boy is proudly named for one of her sons, Cassell Jennings Lindquist, who was named for the doctor that delivered him.

She had 3 wonderful daughters, one of whom was my grandma Golda. She was quite the woman, and I loved her very much. I have always felt so close to her and often feel her presence in my life. 

My own grandmother is one of the biggest influences in my life. She has taught me to have fortitude, be perseverant and long suffering, to be kind but not put up with crap from anyone. She has taught me to be faithful and hopeful, and also grounded and realistic.

My mother has taught me to be selfless and reliable, honest and empathetic. I have learned service and sacrifice by watching her, and know that her love and patience knows no bounds.

When I am going through something hard, I think of the women I have come from and I remember their strength is a part of me. Grandma Georgia traveling in a buggy with 5 wild kids in tow, running a homestead and keeping everyone alive.

Grandma Chloe, with boundless patience and faith, always looking to serve someone and knowing a lot of things you just have to let go.

Grandma Golda, who always prioritized family above all and raised her children with so much love and gentle correction.

Grandma Kaye, who is as tough and as stubborn as they come, and also the most service oriented and compassionate person I know.

My own mother, who drops everything at a moment's notice for anyone who needs her, and silently and with strength and grace, bears her burdens.

I am proud of the line of women who precede me. I am strong because their blood runs through my veins. I am grateful to be part of a line of feral women, the kind of people who do whatever it takes to make it. The kind of women who never gave up and just kept pushing and trying. 

Because I know their stories, I know who I am. I have deep roots and I feel their guiding hands in my life. 

I come from a long line of feral women. Who do you come from?

XO, The Cowboy's Wife 

Happy National Ag Day

PSA: Farmers and Ranchers? Not just ignorant or uneducated rural folks or rednecks. A lot of people in agriculture have some kind of agricultural degree, and many have business degrees that help them, you know, run their business.

Many farmers and ranchers are well versed and very educated in finance so they know how to make the most of their money.

The neighbors down the lane? He earned a PHD in his younger years but gave up a "fancy" career for his true calling. His wife is an English major and used to be a college professor. They are "retired" now (do people in ag ever actually retire?), at least from town jobs, and their farm is now their full time job. 

Of course, a lot of farm and ranch education comes from real life experience, also referred to as the school of hard knocks. Hard work and common sense beats book learning anyways, because you can't succeed without knowing how real life works. 

The smartest and most well grounded and realistic people I know are, you guessed it, farmers and ranchers. They are flexible, versatile, jacks of all trades. They are mechanics, plumbers, electricians, carpenters, and scientists. They are therapists, trainers, EMTs, and everything in between. They do what needs to be done to finish the job or fix the problem. 

They are straightforward in business deals and politics, and they believe the Bible gives the best guidance in life.

Next time you need advice on something, be it life or career, seek out your local farmer or rancher. They'll give it to ya straight, and won't be likely to steer you wrong.  

They give the best, big perspective advice because they know how to accept the storms along with the sunshine and know it's all just part of life. 

So support your local farmers and ranchers, because along with all this value, you know, they feed the planet 😉

XO, The Cowboy's Wife 

The Light at The End of The Tunnel

I didn't know what had gone wrong. The birth of my child and the end of my pregnancy was the light at the end of the tunnel for me. I was thoroughly depressed and miserable, and that light kept me going. 

So....why wasn't everything okay when I expected it to be? Why did you feel like a tiny stranger when they placed you on my chest? I loved you so much, and yet...that instant connection wasn't there like it had been the first time. I knew what to do because I'd done it all before. I loved to hold you and cuddle you but I didn't feel the connection. 

You needed me all the time. I couldn't put you down for more than five minutes. In some moments, I was consumed and amazed by your beautiful face. In other moments, I couldn't stop crying because you wouldn't stop crying. 

I wasn't healthy physically, and some days I could barely get off the couch. Mentally, I wondered what the hell happened to my light at the end of the depression tunnel. That dark, lonely place you feel you’ll never escape from.

It only escalated when you started getting older. 6 weeks came, and the eye contact and the smiles just weren't happening like I expected. At least not for me. But for others, they came easily.

I wondered if you hated me. Which is ridiculous, and I knew it, but I couldn't help the way I felt. I still couldn't connect with you on the level I did with your brother. All I was good for was food and comfort, and you had to sleep with me at night. I loved it though, because I felt needed by you. But when it came to socializing, I felt you were indifferent about me. 

You smiled for Auntie and Grandma and everyone in between. But not for me. No eye contact or smiles for Mama. Of course, I researched and learned that sometimes new babies take a while to learn Mama is actually a separate person and so they socialize with others first. The facts didn't matter to my disconnected heart. I felt a deep pang and I tried desperately to get you to smile for me.

I remember the day that first real connection came. I was sitting on the edge of my bed holding you, just staring at your beautiful face and having a quiet moment. You looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes, and suddenly something switched. You realized this was Mama. Your eyes took on a loving gaze and you gave me the most beautiful smile. That crooked little smile of yours that melts me every time. 

Most everything in life requires time and patience, especially healing. And now nearly a year later, I feel I have clawed my way out of that hole. Thank you, little one, for being a tremendous reason why.

A Little Cowboy's Prayer

My little boy asked me just the other day, 

"Mama, what happened to Rooster and why did he go away?"

I told my sweet boy that his horse had just been so sick, 

He couldn't stay with us anymore, and in this life he could not stick.

That now he lives with Jesus, and they ride across the sky, 

He's being taught his turn-around

And they rope the calves that run on by.

I helped him say his prayers that night as I put him into bed,

He started to talk to Jesus, and this is what he said:

"Dear God, I know that my horse is up there with you now. Please take the best care of him and make sure to rope some cows.

He loves to be a ranch horse and ride across the plains,

And at the end of the day he likes his butt scratched and his ration of grain.

Make sure to teach him all the things we didn't get to here, 

Like having a good, fast turn around and stopping hard to turn that steer. 

He loves people more than horses, so give him company. 

And be sure to tell him no one will ever love him more than me."

-A Little Cowboy's Prayer

Hallee Nuttall, Feb 7 2021

Daring to Dream

I'm going to ask you a question I want you to SERIOUSLY consider.

What the hell is stopping you from chasing your dreams?!

"What do you mean, Hal? I am going to school and working towards that great job. I am saving money for that house. I am dating a great guy and we're building towards a future together."

No, I don't mean regular life goals. I don't mean your desires that you're pretty sure you'll get to. I don't mean your safe dreams.

I'm talking about your huge, scare-the-pants-off-you, fly-to-the-moon, change your very life goals that you've never told anyone about. Not since you were in kindergarten and someone asked you what you wanted to be when you grew up. Nobody took you seriously then, and you're pretty sure they wouldn't now!

"You want to have a 7 figure income?! But you make 25k a year. That's impossible."

"You want to be a singer? Do you even know the percentage of people that make it in the musical industry?"

"You want to be one of the greats in the horsemanship industry? You only started learning real horsemanship a few years ago. You are just a ranch cowboy."

If you've ever had big dreams, you've also had naysayers. And, purposefully or not, consciously or not, you've let their words into your conscious. You've let them beat you down! You've doubted yourself because of the words of someone who never attained their big dreams, either. 

To hell with that. If you want to be a champion, surround yourself with champions!! You wouldn't take advice from a city slicker about how to run your cows, would you?! No? Then why would you listen to someone who has never attained their big goals and dreams, about attaining your dreams?! 

Grab the opportunities life throws at you. Be BRAVE

Be BOLD 

Be DARING

Be FEARLESS 

in the pursuit of your dreams!! Don't let anyone tell you that you can't. The only thing getting in your way is your own self image!! Stop caring if your huge self improvement, your huge success, your zest for life, your plain BIGness makes people uncomfortable! 

Bet on yourself. 

Bet on your success.

Bet on your ability to achieve greatness! 

Get after it! Don't wait! Start today!

Whatever that may look like for you, run after your dreams like your life depends on it. Because, well, doesn't it?

XO, The Cowboy's Wife