Big, Wonderful, Wyoming!

I have about a 30-minute drive to my office.  It gives me plenty of time to ponder.  I grew up in Idaho and believed there was no place better.  I loved the mountains and the streams.  I loved the incredible beauty that surrounded me.  I have seen the Rockies and Appalachians.  I've been to the beaches on the East Coast and the West.  I've been to Paris, Athens, Houston, San Francisco, New York, just to name a few of the big cities.  I have been to plenty of small towns from coast to coast.  But, I can honestly say there is nothing like the Eastern Wyoming prairie.  As I'm driving to work I witness the sun rising over the Eastern horizon and at the same time I see the moon setting on the Western horizon.  The sky above me is as blue as any ocean I have seen and big and open.  Spread out in every direction is the yellow prairie grass covering the rolling hills in all directions.  I drive past the Wyoming Hereford Ranch and I see the beautiful mamma Herefords with the spring calves hopping and kicking up their little feet in the open fields.  By the time I get to my office in the historic town of Cheyenne, I am refreshed and uplifted by the beauty all around me.  I am living proof that if you keep your dreams in your heart,  someday they will come true.  I'm 60 years old and my life has taken many paths. From the time I was very young, I always dreamed of having a few acres, a few animals, and a lot of freedom.  I dreamed of growing a little garden and gathering my own eggs.  My little ranch is a dream come true at last.  It was always just a dream, but one I never let go.  It was a dream I thought about often and at last,
I'm here.  Blessings do come.  Sometimes soon, sometimes late, but I am proof that they do come. Never let go of a dream.