Showing posts with label Sisters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sisters. Show all posts

A Letter From My Heart To Yours

I was going through old files this evening, and found a letter that I had written Adrian last month. It occurred to me that it could have been a letter to any of you Buckaroo Barbie readers as well, so I am including it here.

My dear, darling heart,

I can’t tell you how many blogs I’ve written with that title or secretly that title, and they’re all to you.

I keep thinking about how proud I am of you and how much I admire you. You have such a strong, beautiful heart my darling girl, and I couldn’t be more proud of you. Life tried to knock you down, maybe it even did for a while, but you just keep brushing yourself up, getting to your feet and calmly saying with a smile, “You hit like a bitch.” Or at least that’s the way I imagine it. You have a tenacious will and I have loved watching you go after what you want in life. You're making yourself into such a strong woman and you are my hero. Just thought you should know.

Love you,
Always, forever and an extra day,


Lizzy



She's Like Nowhere You've Been

I am happily content, sitting in a tangle of blankets, dogs and my little sister's stories. Adrian came home late last night from the WRCA's Championship Ranch Bronc Riding in Texas where she opened for Reckless Kelly.We stayed up until the wee hours, unable to sleep until we filled the void that is created when we are separated for very long. 

We chat, we squirm, Adrian leans over and bites me on the shoulder, so I respond with a clumsy kick to her hip. We giggle, seriously discuss upcoming life changes and cry, we discuss new books we've read and drink copious amounts of tea...I get a piggy back that no doubt does nothing for Adrian's old compression fractures and she dances off to a go for a 2 mile run.

From my vantage point here on this big leather couch, I can see our family's flag on the porch. It flaps in the wind with a mesmerizing grace and I think back to a discussion my dad, the mums and I had yesterday about Memorial Day. I say a quiet "Thank-You" to those who laid down their lives in service of our country and Roo picks her head up, wondering if I'm talking to her. 

I turn my favorite song of the moment on so that it's quietly playing in the background and look up when a red-faced and sweating Adrian comes through the front door. 

She smiles at me and I smile at her and for now, 
She is home. 


xo xo Liz 


Happy Days

Today was an amazing day.

Why?

Well for one, I got a lot of work done with my schoolwork and finals are next week. Yay!

Two, our custom made Western Chic Couture cuffs arrived in the mail and I can't WAIT to show them to you all. I've been wearing mine since it arrived and it is just so pretty!

And three, just as Adrian and I were about to head off for a ride the UPS truck pulled up and brought us jeans from our AMAZING sponsors, Sissie and Me and Ranch Royalty Clothing Company!!

And four, Adrian and I felt like our horses did really great! How you could you ask for anything more???? (Unless it was a steak and french fries....)

The little sister
My Fat Albert

I just realized he's 15, how time flies! 
Roo baby 

When the UPS truck comes, BF feels that it is his duty to try and get run over . So Adrian rescues him.
No, you can't go home with the UPS man.
Jeans are here!!!
Happy, happy, happy!!!
Happy dance!

Adrian's Bruce Heaner spurs
Western Chic Couture cuff, out and about! 

Custom Buckaroo Barbie cuffs from Western Chic Couture!
They have a quote from Adrian's song, Buckaroo Barbie! 

"Buckaroo Barbie....Outlaw Woman, Gotta Be Free"
Thank you so much Hailey!!  

What was the most amazing moment of your day??

xo xo Liz 

Blue Eyes {Smiling} In The Rain

Zack Brown is playing in a dirty white truck that's speeding somewhere down the highway around a town that Buck Owens and Dwight Yoakam immortalized forever in song.

350 miles away, here on this ranch nestled in mountains and valleys, I'm playing the same song and don't even know that she's listening to it too.

2 blonde heads.

She's a little bit Mae West and I'm a little bit Marilyn Monroe...

Two sets of blue eyes. Mine are grey-blue, like a sky that's ready to storm, hinting at my temper, maybe? Her's are bright blue, as if some hidden source of light is continuously shining through them, never betraying the fact that she has faced a pain far too great for her years.

When she's away I do chores, scrape hides, work horses, do homework and am thankful that I'm not on the road this time. When she returns, she tumbles, falls, and bounces into my arms...all at the same time. I swat her with my gloves, she bites my arm hard. Nothing's changed since she was little. In fact, as we're walking through the wrangle pen from her house she reaches out and clutches my shirt the way she used to when she was shorter than she is now. "Wait up Lilibet, my legs aren't as long as yours!"

Heedless of her town clothes she jumps in and cheerfully helps me unload and stack a trailer full of wood. We fall into an easy rhythm and our conversation jumps from topic to topic like we haven't seen each other in weeks, instead of the day and a half that it's actually been.

It's Sunday, and two matching, crooked smiles are reunited...the song that my heart can't sing, home again with me.



xo xo Liz


Just Another Lord's Day



Sleep for 4 hours, dash the tiredness from blue-grey eyes
Stoke up the fire without properly waking up
Make coffee
Rouse the sister that you still think about with fierce, protective thoughts, 
Despite her 21 years
Get ready….laughing, pushing, playing, talking, dreaming 
While long, blonde hair is brushed, 
Shimmy into starched jeans and 
 Stamp into town boots
Start the car and let it warm up,
Bump down the pot-holed road,
Little dogs panting all the while
Elk, pigs, turkeys, 2 baby deer….small gifts opened and treasured on the way to Mass
Worship with others, raise your song high
Home again, home again, jiggity jig
Scrape part of a hide
Shoot until the ammo is gone
Rope the dummy
Listen to the stories they’re trying to tell you, 
That’s printed into your DNA
Get them all down before it’s too late
Cry for the time that’s been wasted,
The mistakes that have been made
Pick yourself up and realize
Tomorrow’s a new day
Realize that His timing is the right timing,
That everything that has happened
To you,
For you,
In spite of you,
Was just setting you up for the
NOW
It’s just right
Smile, tired arms flung out in a bed of
Red flannel and levi quilts
Protecting you until the dawn
Of a beautiful
New day



xo xo Liz 

Photo Credit: Junk Gypsy 

In Calm Or Stormy Weather


Yesterday was my little sister's 21st birthday. Twenty-one years and one day ago I was waiting more than impatiently for the arrival of who I already knew was going to be my best friend. I can still remember the day my mums walked into our living room to tell me the good news. We had a stuffed bear named Smokey who lived in the living room where he had the honor of carrying my little 3B Visalia saddle when I wasn’t riding it. I was lying on the floor next to him, coloring, when my mums walked into the room. “You are going to have a little sister! She’s your BEST FRIEND and she can’t wait to meet you!! She is so excited to see you and you’ll get to teach her how to do all the big girl things you know how to do, like read and color and ride!” To say I was excited is really a pathetic understatement. Throughout the rest of the mum’s pregnancy, my excitement to meet my best friend and “my baby” was almost unbearable. I would sit as close to my mum’s tummy as I could and read Adrian books, sing her songs and tell her of all the amazing things we were going to do together when she finally arrived.



I was there when Adrian was born, and I can remember my mum’s best friend holding me in her arms and I was so confused as to why she was crying….this was something to be happy about!! I was happy…apparently I was swinging my entire arm like a pitcher in a wind-up, screaming as loudly as I could, “ADRIAN!!! I love you!! I’m your sister and I LOVE YOU!!!!” Yeah, a little overkill there, kid. And then someone hoisted me up on the bed next to my mums and the DR handed me my baby, and I got to hold my little sister. I was the first person to hold Adrian…before my mums or my dad. And from that moment when she first looked into my eyes, we’ve been buddies.



Even though I have memories from before Adrian was born, all my favorite memories start after she finally arrived; her first bath, learning how to read, learning to ride her bike, loosing her baby teeth and terror of terrors, getting her driver’s permit. We’ve gone through so many experiences together that sometimes it’s hard to know where one of us begins and the other ends….kind of like looking at a reata. There are separate strands twisted together, but it’s difficult to tell which is which. We've taken this saying as our own because it’s the perfect description of our relationship: 

“We’re just different sides of the same tear drop.”
Salvador Dali



Sometimes Adrian and I joke that our relationship as sisters is like that of an old married couple because we’ve been best friends for 21 years now, we have to continuously work to make our relationship work, and sometimes we tell the other sister, “We talked about this, remember?!” When we realize we’ve actually said that out loud we generally start laughing and the irritation dissolves.



We meet so many people who think that our relationship as sisters is a big act, or else that we just lucked out and no one else is capable of having a relationship like we do. Do you want the secret to our success at remaining best friends for all these years? Because I’m here to tell you that’s not been all sunshine and happiness. Sometimes it has really sucked! The “secret” is hard work and a good base. Our parents set us up to be friends, to love one another and to take care of each other. Instead of my mums telling me how different life was going to be and how she wouldn’t have as much time to spend with me when the new baby came, she choose to lay the foundation by making me excited to meet my best friend. And she and my dad taught us by example that you have to love the other sister more than yourself, and it takes a whole lot of hard work. Sometimes, I’m just a major bitch to Adrian. And some days, she’s a real bitch to me. But we made a decision to always be a part of each other’s lives and to never loose this awesome friendship that we have. We don’t take it for granted because we see what it CAN be like to have a sister that isn’t your best friend. We’ve both gone through some incredibly tragic and difficult times, and we know that we would have never come out the other side without our sister to hold and carry us through the times when we couldn’t walk ourselves.



So if you have a sister, you potentially have a built in best friend! Love her, use kind words and treat her like you want to be treated. There is no love like that of a sister!

“For there is no friend like a sister
In calm or stormy weather;
To cheer one on the tedious way,
To fetch one if one goes astray,
To lift one if one totters down,
To strengthen whist one stands.”

Christina Rossetti, Goblin Market


xo xo Liz