I Want a Cowboy...

I would like a cowboy for Christmas, please. Yes, a cowboy.
We went to the fair this weekend and that was when I decided that I wanted one. After watching the draft horse show, I studied each and every man that walked by under the age of 25. Something about those ironed jeans with a crisp line, leading down to the weathered boots made me wish for a cowboy. Now, I'm obsessed. I have to have one. And, those forearms..... Oh, those sinewy forearms just about made me melt. Of course, it could've been the heat, but I seriously think that it was the forearms that did me in.
Now, I'm not planning on running away with my cowboy. But, if he asked me to, it would be very hard to say no. I just want to hang out with one and his fabulous forearms for a little while. Nothing too serious. I can date when I'm sixteen. Be prepared, cowboys everywhere, because here I come.
I just want one. I want a cowboy, and I want one baaaddddd....

P.S. I wish I had some cowboy boots I could take a picture of for this post, but I don't. I'm gonna ask for some for Christmas. That way I'll look authentic when I catch my cowboy.

My Mother's Hands

This past Sunday was my mother's birthday. I intended to write a post about her that day, but I didn't. In fact, this past week, I was too wrapped up in myself to even think about my mother, which was wrong. Here's an ode to my mom: the most inspirational woman in my life.

I watch her hands rest on the keys, unsure of what to write next.
The same hands that have held mine.
The hands that soothed a feverish forehead.
The hands that guided my own, when learning to sign my name.
The hands that come in from the garden, with dirt underneath the nails.
The hands that create dinners that comfort the body and ease the soul.
The hands that fold in prayer every morning.
The hands that write with no fear.
The hands that wipe away tears.
The hands that do so many things that go unnoticed.
These hands do so much for me.
They are the hands of my mother, my mentor, my friend and, sometimes, my enemy. But, I love her more than anything, and am happy to celebrate her birthday with her.

May God bless her and keep her all the days of her life. Amen.

P.S. I tried to get a photo of my mother's hands, but couldn't get the darned computer to work. So no photo.... Sorry!