The Love Letter

He is from dirt roads and saddles.from spurs and bits.He is from the mountains, puffy white clouds and wide open spaces.From the creek bottoms with trout and creeping foxtail that grows tall.He is from piano music, and drift boats on a river,Meeting on Sunday and potluck lunches.He is from integrity and loyalty.He is from elk, deer, antelope, mountain lions on the deck & sage chickens.He is from horn hunting, fly fishing and wrestling matches with his boys.He is from ping pong and cribbage.He is from hackamores and cowboy boots and hats.He is from roping, doctoring yearlings and a sweet drink of lemonade after a long day.He is from one broken wrist, one broken arm, one broken ankle and 7 stiches in the bottom of his foot.He is from funny doodles of faces and such, and sweet notes left for his family.He is from prime rib cooked medium rare, and salad with lots of ranch style dressing.He is from peeling logs, stacking logs and finishing drywall until his home was built with his own hands.He is from the land of procrastination when it comes to honey do’s.He is from Fischer, Hazen and Dusty, from three sons who all want to be cowboys when they grow up just like their Daddy.He is from hard work, -36 degrees and it doesn’t matter because the cows have to eat.

He is from his wife who loves him to the moon and back.I love you Christopher Lee Williams. You are my best friend, my soul mate, my forever cowboy while we are in this world.You make me a better person.