the things that matter

Finding the perfect song on the radio doesn’t matter. Feeling cool while you fly down your hometown back roads, seat belt optional, doesn’t matter. Looking the part, the vintage truck, the belt buckle…none of that matters, either. What matters are the neighbors who come racing out of their homes when they hear the screech of…

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hay days.

Yesterday, I skipped the gym in an attempt to get home early and rest. On the way, I got notification that hay was being delivered at our farm over the hill and I could meet them there. It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas Summer! I stopped at home first and got a bucket…

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for the sake of a sunrise.

It’s 2:05 AM and we are slowly pulling off the gravel driveway, mare in tow, about 4 hours away from our destination in Lexington, KY. It’s early Sunday morning and Webb & I are running on less than 2 hours of sleep, as we’d been up the night before helping to check on a potentially…

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