A dream come true

I was once  a little kid.  I had hopes.  I had dreams. Well, I guess I still do.  Anyhow, yesterday was my birthday and my wife, being a kind and benevolent wife, sought to fulfill one of my childhood dreams.  I have wanted a pair of cowboy boots since I was in the 2nd grade.  I loved the pointy toes and the fancy stitching and I especially liked boots made out of exotic and wild creatures.  Boots were never terribly practical though, not being a cowboy.

Just so you don’t think I was deprived as a child, I’ll tell you another childhood dream that was fulfilled…I wanted calf-high green gumboots and by golly, I had green gumboots as a kid.  I wore them all day, every day in school.  But still, I longed for cowboy boots.

Fast forward 30-some years and we were driving around in Ripley, WV.  We saw a sign that said something like, “Warren, buy cowboy boots here”…something like that.  So, on one trip, Emily took me there to get me some boots for my birthday.  I searched and searched and found that they basically had size 8 boots…that’s about it…only size 8.  I wear size 10.  I thought my dreams were about to be crushed as we stumbled out into the parking lot.  I gazed across the valley and to what did my wondering eyes appear but a Tractor Supply store with a sign for John Deere.

Oh, I danced a little bit on the inside (as I never dance on the outside…not in public anyhow) and I skipped down the hill and across the highway to TSC. Well, not really, but in my bliss, I sort of forget the actual driving part.  I walked in the and the only thing I saw was the boot section…they had sizes other than size 8!  Emily claims I was as bad as shopping with a woman which is really pretty funny when you consider it.  I tried on many boots and finally decided on a pair.

And just when I thought my life was complete, I spotted a Carhartt jacket on sale.  Could my life get any better?  I think not!

10 thoughts on “A dream come true

  1. Yeehaw!
    This chicken wrangler has boots, and when I have business to do, I put on my blackest, pointiest-toed pair, and get ‘er done!
    Congratulations, and happy birthday. How about boots, jacket, and cake?!

  2. Interesting. I never knew you wanted cowboy boots! I probably wouldn’t have gotten them for you anyway because you didn’t have a horse or live on a farm!

  3. Warren does have a leather jacket that I got him a few years ago for Christmas, but the Carhartt one is much more practical. (I think he was just jealous that I had a Carhartt jacket and he didn’t!) The cake (red velvet of course) and icecream come tonight 🙂

  4. Happy Birfday!
    I can just hear you, “there’s a snake in my boot!!”, and “somebody poisoned the water hole!”.
    Congratulations on the fine boots, may they always be one of the widest things in your museum of recollection.
    Next thing you know, you will be featured in a Pioneer Woman post. Cowboy Warren, roping calves.

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