Every so often, I feel like it's necessary to just reemphasize how much I love the ranch and how I grew up. My grandma wrote this brief little piece about the San Simon and how it came to be:
http://genealogytrails.com/newmex/lea/san_simon_ranch.htm
Just thinking about how hard my great-great-great-grandpa worked to make a living motivates me every day. I can't imagine life without the ranch and I pray nothing ever happens to it. Living on the ranch taught me how to work, how to treat people, and how to love life. It's a way of living that I demand for my own kids and wish everyone knew.
Someday it will be a whole lot to ask of someone to give up whatever they have and move to the ranch with me, but I know it'll be more than worth it. As much as my dad grumbles and complains about cattle and dealing with the oilfield, we all know deep down how much he loves his life and wouldn't trade his simple way of living with my mom for the world.
If I could talk to him today, I'd thank Mr. CW for giving his family something that is now so unique and so different from most of the world. When I was little, I used to cover my ears when we branded and cry about hearing "the baby cows cry." Now, that'd be a welcome sound for these ears! It's funny to think how much I used to hate the early mornings, the dust, and the constant 60 mph wind. Now, all those things are all part of home and home is very, very good.
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