Today I turned 41 yrs old and had a birthday lunch with my 18 yr old daughter. I can remember back over the years at all the scrapes, cuts, bruises, getting bucked off a horse, etc etc. Sitting there talking to my little girl over lunch,watching her mannerisms, the way she spoke to people, you name it i gleamed with pride. For this little girl over the past 8 years has been through a lot since her mother and i divorced. But through it all she has lasted with a smile on her face. As we left the restuarant she asked if we could make a stop before she dropped me off and we went our seperate ways. She pulled into the cemetary where my mother, father, and sister are laid to rest and quietly place flowers on each of their graves. It was at that moment that i realized shes not a little girl anymore, shes a young lady, and i'm proud so very damned proud to be able to call that young lady my daughter.
This might just be ramblings from a old saddle tramp, but by god I'm a damned proud saddle tramp and no person alive could ask for a better daughter than the one i've got.