This weekend my cowboy boots took me to Kentucky. I had a wonderful time reconnecting with family that I have not seen in years. It was fun and everyone was so nice, but it was too short. To get to know those who you have lost in time takes longer than a few short hours and that was all the time we had. I looked forward to this weekend since I heard about it months ago and the wait seemed like an eternity. Then in two days it had happened and was over and now it is a speck in time.

Life has a funny way of becoming a series of events just like the one that I experienced. An announcement, an excited wait, the too short event, and the time after. In hindsight the event is minuscule, but so important and I hold on to my such events. Without the wait nothing would be as important, but the small moments in life that matter are snatched away so quickly compared to that wait. All we have left are our memories of what was important and what mattered to each of us. We hold those memories close to our hearts and bring them out for a good laugh and a smile when we are lonely.

I make my life of these scenarios and often wonder if it is right. Then I realize that it is not right or wrong, it just is. I feel that Life is made of big events and small moments and without the wait for the big events, the small moments would not be possible or as special.

I still feel that the time was too short, but I must hold on to my small moments and wait for the next big event that will bring us together to build more small moments. And so on, and so on the cycle will go.

Today my cowboy boots took me to my mom's house. We are getting ready for a road trip to Kentucky for my great aunt and uncle's 50th wedding anniversary. I think that it is amazing for two people to have that kind of special relationship that allows them to spend 50 years together. I am sure that in the scheme of forever though, 50 years may seem like a blink of an eye, and I am sure that forever is where they are headed. Just by looking at photos you can see the love in their eyes! I'm such a pathetic romantic!

I am very excited to see them and all of my family that I have not seen in a long, long, (going to throw an extra long in there) time. This especially saddens me because they only live around four hours away! So, I'm excited about the trip and while I was visiting my mom my aunt called and they talked for a while. Listening to them chat about everyone and everything intrigued me, sucked me in, in fact, and then I got a thought. What if they don't like me? I'm eccentric, spontaneous, opinionated, just plain odd, emotional and expecting lots and lots of hugs. What if they think I'm crazy? I mean I do half of the time, but I don't speak half of the things that I think.

So, now I am concerned that they won't like me, still excited, but concerned. I don't want to be someone else but I want, and need them to like me. I have been waiting and wanting to reconnect with that part of my family for so long, I never stopped to think that they may not like me. I guess I should add self centered to my list of faults. I do think that I am a sweet person under all of the eccentricity, but any more with many people it seems like being a sweet person is not enough.

I think that I am just going to go with the sweetness though, dish out enough hugs to make up for the last nine years and hope for the best, because that is all a person really can do.

My cowboy boots take me many places near and not so near. They take me to exciting, fun, and not so fun places and they take me through happiness, sadness, anger, excitement, and all sorts of emotions. This is a place to discuss where my cowboy boots take me, the things that occur, and the emotions that I go through along the way. It may be slow at times, it may be boring and there may be the rare occasion where it is interesting, but definitely hang on for the ride and do enjoy.