For awhile our son was into rodeo and did some bull and bronc riding. I had a hard time watching and the last few times he rode bulls I told my husband to go and video it and if my son survived I'd watch the video. It was that hard for me to watch .
Uncle Daniel took his niece turkey hunting too. The country around his home is teeming with wild turkeys , and he and our granddaughter were up early mornings to hunt. As you can see, she was successful , and boy howdy was she ever ! Thanks Uncle Daniel. ( The turkey and deer our family get after successful hunts really do go into our freezers and feed us throughout the winter .)
Daniel dearly loves his wife and her parents. I don't recall the reason , maybe there was no particular reason except Daniel knew his father-in-law would be happy, but one winter day Daniel saddled up his horse, his father-in-law's horse ( kept at Daniel's place ) and rode several miles into the small town near-by where his in-laws live. He knocked on their door, got his happily surprised father-in-law out to saddle up and the two of them rode into town, tied the horses up at a small café, and had breakfast together. Yes, I really do love my cowboy.
I simply cannot end this post without a small tribute to the man who inspired and taught our son so many skills regarding horses and life. Bill Heib made a difference in our son's life, and because of the world of horses ( Morgans ) ,Daniel met and married his wife Breezy. The two of them are still madly in love with each other after over 13 years of marriage and the positive impact they have on me and others in our family makes a real difference for the better. They are both very hard-working, kind, and generous. Bill died last year, his wife Lea is still our neighbor, and I thank God for them every time I think of how much of an impact horses and the people who love them have had on our family for the better.
Yes, I love my cowboy !
11 comments:
A son to be so very proud of - lovely pictures.
What a lovely tribute to your son. He sounds like a wonderful person -- great son, son-in-law, husband, and uncle. You raised a good man. I think I would have stayed away from the rodeo too -- yikes!! you live in a lovely area, and it's good to know there are still places people can still saddle up, ride into town and get a meal! Thanks for visiting my blog this morning too. I think there might be a local lavender festival coming up I'm going to check out. Blessings, Deborah
What a great post! You are very blessed and I really enjoyed your pictures. :)
Good post! We're planning a trip to WA to visit my brother and sister-in-law and their 3 girls on Vashon Island, WA. They just moved to Vashon.
Amy
This is a wonderful post, Kathy. You have much to be proud of in your son, and I can certainly understand your gratitude towards your friend and neighbor Bill. Thank you for sharing this heartwarming post.
What a lovely post. I wish there had been an Uncle Daniel in my life as a young teenager when I was horse crazy. At least there were horses to rent by the hour at a nearby farm, but no one to teach you anything.
Indeed, a son to be proud of although I wouldn't have wanted to watch his dangerous adventures at the rodeo either.
Wonderful post about your boy and his love for horses and kindness to others. Our son Daniel gets to ride horses on his job certain times of the year. He's grown to love them. Time will tell if he gets his own horse on his property...
Have a nice weekend.
Beautiful post! I enjoy hearing about your family. :-)
Hi Kathy, Such a beautiful, heartfelt post. What a fine and thoughtful son you have. Thank the Lord for Godly neighbors who make a difference in our lives.
What a lovely tribute to your son, and to the people who influenced him so profoundly! They must have been very proud to see him take off with his passions. Likewise, your granddaughter is a very fortunate young lady to have such a cool uncle! He is passing along his knowledge to her as well.
Kathy, with just reason you love your cowboy; he's a fine man. My favorite part was riding into town to take his FIL to breakfast; what a wonderful thing to do! The memories last forever.
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