Well with my Soul

She looks out, high above the coulee below. Like an old soul she assesses the picture in front of her- the grass, the cows, the water, the little town far to the north. She silently watches as the cows graze, and I wonder what she's thinking.

I wonder if she will remember these days spent checking mineral feeders and grass when she gets older; even though these are the days that will shape her future.
Even if she or her sister choose to go out into the world and live anywhere else, I pray they never forget their roots.

I pray they never stop loving this life. No matter what they do, I will never regret our decision to live here or to put ranch life first. Someday this will all be theirs if they want it. And even if they don't, it is well with my soul.

❤
Richelle