Growin’ up Cowboy – to dream My Life

Every night I ask my nephew the same question after we read a couple of books and pray. “So… what are you going to dream about tonight?” Every night his reply is the same, “I’m gonna dream ’bout helpin’ Uncle Matt with the cows. Otay?”

I smile. “Sweet dreams, sweet boy.”

My nephew was born to be a cowboy. He loves everything cowboy. The cows. The dirt. The boys. The work…. He dreams of helping. Every once in a while, as time permits, I take him out to my brother’s ranch. I dress him in anything that is dirt proof and just let him go. He always finds his way to the dirt. I’m pretty sure that dirt is some type of a natural comfort for him. He can just about do anything to the dirt and it still loves every inch of him! lol. And trust me, I find dirt on every inch of him when we get home. But I am totally okay with it because being on the ranch makes him happy. Oh- and his grandfather can sometimes contribute to the mess… After this fine day, my nephew had feed falling out of his hat for days. Yep. Totally okay with that.

…my baby is always excited to see us when we get home.