Second Chances and Bonds On My Feet

Second chances are amazing gifts. I've posted this before, but I have a tendency to be horribly mean to the person who inspired it. I have a chance to be their friend again, and I'm so glad they're back in my life. Please forgive me my rambling, but if you have a chance to right a wrong that you made, do it now without waiting another minute! I wish I hadn't let my pride and the fear of NOT being forgiven hold me back for as long as it did. 


Tan hands and sunburnt cheeks

Two pairs of Bonds leaning by the door

Work jeans cuffed, bare feet tiptoeing off the freshly scrubbed floor

It’s shivering cold at night and baby please hold me warm
70’s shag carpets and lights that don’t work

It’s finally learning to shape a shoe just right
It’s the first job in town

Coming home late and tired at night
It’s breakfast at 3am

And crying in the shower

It’s new Tip’s saddles and soft
“I ordered this silver for you”

Axe body wash and vanilla spice spray

It’s ham and cheese grilled sandwiches

And branding

And calving

And fighting

And crying

And growing….

It’s life

xo xo Liz