04/13/2026
If he were a country singer, I’d never change the station.
How does my cowboy love me? Let me count just one of the ways…
He sends flowers from the desert—and writes me a poem.
25 years together, and he’s still got my 🤍 roped. No, it’s not our anniversary, not a birthday, obviously not Valentine’s Day. This is just him being him, quiet and steady, letting me know he’s there, even when he’s miles away, out on the range.
Harmony Sue,
That old grass bends but it don’t give in,
like us through years of dust and wind.
The young shoots rise, chasing skies so wide,
like dreams we’ve held, side by side.
And that desert bloom, soft but strong,
like love that’s grown steady and long.
Twenty-five years, through storm and sun—
still standing, still blooming… still one.
Love Your Cowboy
