Fall In Love With A Woman

Fall in love with a woman.

Not a girl who giggles at everything you say… but a woman who can throw her head back and laugh when you’re actually funny and will not hesitate to put you in your place when you cross the line.

Fall in love with a woman who is passionate about SOMETHING besides the size of her ass.

Fall in love with a woman who can chop wood, bake bread and can build an outhouse. Who knows, in later years together you might get cold, hungry or have to go to the bathroom.

Fall in love with a woman who you are not afraid to fall in love with. If you’re frightened of opening up, being yourself or getting hurt, she’s probably not the one.

Fall in love with a woman that you wouldn’t be worried about introducing to your mother and then leaving them alone together for an afternoon.

Fall in love with a woman who loves God more than you.

Fall in love with a woman who listens to music SHE loves, not what society says she should love or what cowboy’s deem “cool”.

Fall in love with a woman who wants to compare you to her daddy.

Fall in love with a woman who can say I’m sorry.

Fall in love with a woman who could possibly be as handy as you one day and fall in love with a woman who allows you to be her teacher.

Fall in love with a woman who can create a home out of a cowboy tipi, a trailer, a mobile home, a palace…it doesn’t matter where because home is where you two are.

Fall in love with a woman who can’t drink more than you.

Fall in love with a woman, so if you ever had a daughter the greatest thing you could imagine would be for her to grow up like her mother.

Fall in love with a woman who is your great friend.

Fall in love with such a woman, love her and your God before yourself and you will know a long and happy life my son.

xo xo Liz 

Youer Than You

True.

You’re absolutely right…

I hardly ever do my hair. Just leave it all big and messy and frizzy the way it is.

My nose has a grand old bump in it.

One eye is part brown.

My legs are entirely too long.

I laugh continuously and even more when I get nervous. Which is a lot of the time.

I twirl in real life.

It takes me ELEVEN long, painful, gasping, wheezing, totally unsexy minutes for me to run a mile.

I have an odd ability to walk into walls.

I sometimes skip to keep up with the men in my life. Can’t help it, it just happens.

I’d really rather just read during breakfast, if you don’t mind.

I flinch every time I pull the trigger as the result of getting scoped when I was a kid…you’d think I’d have gotten over it by now.

I’m not scared OF the dark, I just don’t trust what’s IN the dark, if you get my gist.

I love to hunt. I have no desire to go cat hunting. There, I said it.

After a lot of coaching, prodding and pinching from Adrian, I can bluff my way through talking to more than three people without fainting or running away. I DON’T LIKE IT THOUGH.

I don’t get what people are talking about when they say rawhide stinks. I can’t smell it…

A lined notebook and a good ink pen makes my heart laugh like almost no other.

I find music that I like, then I listen to it over and over and over and over overandoverandoverandover….

But the thing of it is, all those things make me….ME. An imperfect, bouncing, laughing bundle of me-ness.

What makes you inherently you? What makes you tick? Or cr, or dance? All those random things, the not so great and the fantastic, make you the limited edition, amazing person that you are. No one else can be YOU like YOU. No one else can live your life with the STYLE that you do. You're doing a great job, don't give up.

I just thought you should remember that…J

xo xo Liz