Waking up with the sun, pulling on stiff, cold jeans and dirt crusted boots. Walking out the door with tired eyes and happy hearts. Catching horses in the brisk morning air, the feels and smells of everything so different this early. The horses look sleepy too, and look a little grudgingly at us as we throw our saddles on.
Listening to the top 20 country countdown as we cruise down the highway, eating our hurried breakfast in the truck, I look in my rear view mirror and see excited little faces, and little voices asking, "Mama when will we be at the branding?"
And, "Can I help nut calves today?"
I love their eagerness, and I know I'll look back on these days as some of the sweetest in my life.
We pull up to the trap, smells of corral dust and sagebrush invading our senses as we step out of the truck.
We hear the calves bawling, the air is starting to grow warm, and it's going to be a beautiful day.
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