Once upon a time, there was a magical cowboy. He was a very small cowboy complete with a lasso. One day, there was a huge natural disaster. This disaster was called "Hands of Adult Humans" which threatened to throw the cowboy in the garbage.
Along with many other items, and possibly, other not-so-magical cowboys, the poor cowboy was thrown into a trailer heading towards the city dump. Somehow, the magical cowboy managed to jump out and save himself!!
Much later, the trailer came back empty. The magical cowboy climbed up the trailer and propped himself on the ledge where Human Boy will find him, and once again believe in magic and, especially, magical cowboys.
(In reality the magical cowboy is a little toy belonging to the little boy next door that I found on ground next to my car, and propped it up where they might see it. Some time later, I heard my dog barking and went to see what she was barking at. It was my neighbors coming home. Upon seeing me, the boy excitedly told me about his cowboy and how he didn't want to go into the garbage. And so, I wrote this post in honor of this little boy so that someday he will grow up and still believe in magic. Because what is magic, really, but an illusion that creates hope, even if the illusion is created by your neighbor.)
- I am a bereaved mother and wife. I began this blog to help me look for the "good things" in life after my daughter, "Babybear", died in July 2005. Three years later, her daddy, my husband, "Bear", died in November 2008. (You'll find a link to their stories on my blog) And now, as difficult as it is, I continue to look for the good things in my life as I learn my new normal with my pup, "Furrybear", at my side. And the angels on my shoulder...