I glance up from preparing dinner, a voice in my head whispers it’s time to look out-it’s one of those moments in time you capture now and then. I see my son Clay working a horse in the pen. The horse lunges while he steps to his hip.
I remember a time not so many years ago when he mimicked dad in the pen, standing close behind. Maybe three feet high, blonde hair, red suspenders and boots to big, he swings his tie string while dad swings his rope….”just as big as dad”, he thought.
Miles he’s walked in the round pen-I wonder how many times I’ve seen this sight…. my men working their horses, Wendel, Clay ….Jake. I fight back a tear but to late, it has escaped down my cheek. My heart swells……funny how that happens.
I glance next to the truck, packed with boxes, he’s ready for the next step ahead….and I no longer see a boy, but a man. Do well son at Tech! God has done amazing things in you and dad and I love you. We are cheering on all your steps in the round pen! —
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