I’ve been humming Toby Keith’s song and thinking how right he is.
Why? Oh, I guess I think they are just too cool. It’s perfectly fine, expected and acceptable for them to say whatever they think, whenever they think it and in whatever politically in-correct way they want to say it.
I picture a cowboy saying, “Kiss my @$$,” while tipping his hat, turning on his booted-heel and walking away.
I picture cowboys having this big, soft heart toward kids, baby animals and God. But, you may not see it very often. When you do see it, it makes an impression that stays with you for life.
Some cowboys, I picture not saying much at all; but when they do, it is worth writing down and memorizing, because it probably has a life-lesson in it.
Cowboys can be at perfect peace by themselves – yet may be the life of the party when they are with friends.
Cowboys are old souls.
Cowboys start their mornings with black coffee.
Cowboys can wear their jeans and boots wherever they go – to work, church, a funeral or wedding.
Cowboys do what has to be done.
They know to embrace a good day.
When I picture a cowboy, I picture someone that knows about hard-work, love and loss. Grief is a part of their life. You can see it in the lines around their eyes. The same lines you see when they laugh and smile.
Maybe I have a little cowboy in me?