Here at Cabbage Ranch, you will find...
A cowboy loving his baby and her mama.
He wears boots, a belt buckle, and a hat. Every day. Don't ask him to wear shorts or flip-flops, cuz they just aren't him. His legs never see the sun.
Cabbage's boots track in dirt. His button-down shirts host hitchiker bits of alfalfa, hay, and horse hair. They sift off in a dirty path through the house as he cooks dinner, kisses his girls (Beep and me), and tends the animals. A cowboy version of a breadcrumb trail.
He's usually on a mission: to bundle up his baby girl, to save a horse, to kiss me, to change the tv channel. He's a softy with a romantic streak. He's a capable, smarty-pants, confident, love-his-family type of guy.
And even though I hate to clean, I love his dirty boots, his alfalfa-y shirt. Plus his legs are whiter than mine, which is an ego boost for me.
At least I'm not the palest person on earth.
It's these small things I cling to in my everyday life.
Next installment: Non-Domestic, Suburban Ranch-ish Wife... Yours truly.
Photo credit: Pamela Strohl Fine Art Photography