Today is a pretty special day.
Today marks the one year mark of my relationship with my Cowboy. It’s been a whirlwind year of fun and laughter, of days riding in a tractor or on horseback, of travels and adventures on a grander scale.
And of one emotional breakdown by yours truly, brought on by a week of disappointments and slight sleep deprivation. But he loved me, even after seeing me cry. And I loved him even more after he held me tight and made sure he wasn’t doing something that was hurting me, that there wasn’t something he could do differently to make it better. He’s just pretty much the best.
Better than Superman, really. He’s always protecting his lady or saving lives. Just doing his thing.