We were a family of four. The littlest Blake was just a bun in the oven and wouldn’t arrive until March of this year.
We were living 40 miles south of here, at the feedlot at the PV Ranch headquarters. But we were packing away, trying to get waaaay too much stuff moved up here to this cow camp we call the VX. We can’t even remember the exact date of our move. But it was right about now, on a Sunday, with the help of treasured family and friends.
Much has changed for us in 12 months. Isn’t it funny how prone we humans are to remember the tasks, the emotions, even the music that defined us exactly one year ago?