cowboy boots, western saddle

     I grew up on a farm outside of Eagle River, Alaska. Growing up on a farm was a little tough, but I would not change those times for any others in this world of ours. I have since went to college and started a successful law practice in Seattle, Washington; so I do not get to make it home as much as I would like. I landed at  the airport in Anchorage, and was met by my brother and my father. It sure felt good to see them two, and put on my cowboy boots. We loaded up into the truck, and a half hour later we were pulling into the farm, at last. My mom was standing on the porch with such a beautiful smile, and a basket of oatmeal raisin cookies for me.

     The next morning we headed out to the barn and began to saddle the horses. I was still using the same old western saddle that I had when I was eighteen. I had my horse all cinched up and ready to go when my dad told me to take a look at something over in the corner. A beautiful belt buckle, and a new pair of cowboy boots was sitting there, with my name on it. I will never forget that day as long as I live.