The last time that Chris and I were at the High Country Ranch in Wyoming was last year for a funeral. Although it was somber time, it was one most beautiful places that I can remember being.
Last week the family gathered once again at the ranch to celebrate life and the amazing gift of family. I am lucky to, and am grateful for belonging to not just one loving family, but two.
I joke that I married Chris for his family, some days for his brother, and some days for his father, many days for his mother. Right now I have an overwhelming feeling that I married Chris for the whole lot of them.
There were lots of laughs during our stay, lots of fun, not enough sleep and more love than I've been part in a long while.
I have stories about cowboys, of history and relationships. But you'll have to wait for for them because I'm still savoring them for myself, pulling every speckle of warmth from their memory to hold close, to use as fuel as I settle back into the land of the rooted.
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