Mrs. A

It was good for me to open up my own blog today and read the previous post. I seemed to be incandescently in love. Then reality hit like a firework - bang! This summer turned out to be a challenge for cowboy and me. He broke his foot and couldn't do the things he loved (yep, no horses or rodeo for cowboy) or even go to work, and I didn't handle his frustration with being incapacitated as well as I should have. bang! Needless to say there were moments when I wanted to throw my boot at him, and I guarantee there were moments when he wanted to chuck his tennis shoe at me. (He couldn't wear a boot at all this summer.) So, what is a girl do? Pretend like I'm not hurting inside? Run away? Zip my mouth? Practice patience? Throw my boot at him? Cry and let it all spill out? What? Well, needless to say, there's been a lot of thinking to be done on my part about my happiness and future. Cowboy and I have learned a lot about each other through this process. We're two