Dear Ella and Reese,
When I met your Daddy, I had no idea what I was getting into. I mean, I knew he had a heart of gold and knew that I'd marry him -- eventually -- (even auntie Sarah thought so too) but I really had no idea about cowboys.
Now I know about a dally and spurs and how to administer sub-q vaccines and that the best western shirts are ones with buttons, not snaps. I may not be fluent in the rancher's lanuguage, but I know enough to get by.
Here is the best part: love grows. A lot. What I loved about your Daddy in '05 has morphed into a much bigger kind of love, and no matter where life may take us, that love will follow.
And boy, do I ever love my cowboy. :)
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