“Strawberry Days” | June 19, 2015

The Famous "Strawberry Days" Snack

So did you know there was such a thing as “Strawberry Days”?? Well there is and it’s hosted in Pleasant Grove, UT the weekend of June 18-20. This Texas girl had no idea but so thankful there is as I got a chance to have hands down the best Strawberries and Cream you’ll ever taste.



Breely enjoying some
Strawberries & Cream

We stopped the rig the night before in the nearby town of Heber City, UT for the horses to have good, safe pens to spend the night. The guys were up early Friday morning for the slack, running both rounds that morning, and I was up during the performance that night. So it was forecasted to be a LONG HOT day in Pleasant Grove! Luckily we had PLENTY of cold Strawberries and cream to keep us cool. One thing is for sure… it gets HOT in Utah! The cool morning quickly faded and the heat wave and sunburns set in. The kids found some shade under the old wooden grandstands and of course made friends quickly. As I watched the ever slow slack, I periodically checked on them underneath as I heard lots of chatter and busy bodies. I was AMAZED to find the kids working together intently, bringing all of their toys together to build a tiny town with so much detail I couldn’t believe my eyes. Once again.. Amazed by the ways of kids and thankful my children were learning such life lessons on the road as working together and creativity with tools at hand.

Beautiful View from the stands during the Steer Wrestling Slack

Ote carried Beau to a first place tie in the first round and Casey aboard Tucson pulled a check in the second round and finished 2^nd in the average. Bray didn’t have any luck this stop with a “ride by” in the first round and a broken barrier in the second round.

We found a cool shade tree for the horses to catch an afternoon nap and we stayed in the cool air conditioner of the RV during the hot afternoon hours waiting for the 8pm performance that night so Noah and I could run barrels. By 7pm people were pouring in by the dozens. It’s so neat to see the spirit of rodeo alive and well amongst the fans up here in the north. One would have thought that a top football team was getting ready to play during the Friday night lights with the number of fans that where lining up for the show. But, these fans weren’t here to see football, they were here to see one of the oldest, long standing sports in history with tradition as deep red as the strawberries that were flowing through the wooden bleachers.

I warmed Noah up in the warm up pen before the barrels and noticed he had a sporadic dry cough. I didn’t think much about it as the dry air and dust up here can bring a small cough about, even in us humans. The barrel race started and we made our run. Once again, having a disappointing run and a run that was very out of character for Noah. I went back to the trailer to unsaddle, trying to keep my head up. I knew Bray and the kids stayed in the stands to watch the dirt bike act that Drake had been waiting all day to watch. Beau met me at the trailer to help me put my horse up.. once again team work. (I’m pretty blessed to have the hauling partners I do.) As we unsaddled and watered Noah, we both noticed Noah’s breathing sounding very labored and congested. I immediately knew something was wrong as I remembered his dry cough earlier. I quickly sought the advice of some nearby veteran barrel racers that were preparing to leave. They gave me some respiratory meds to help him breath more comfortably and referred me to a nearby vet that they highly recommended. I administered the meds to Noah and watched him closely as I waited for the rest of our crew to return from watching the performance. My concern quickly turned into worry and my worry quickly turned into fear as I know how serious lung issues can be in our equine partners. I layed my hands on his neck and prayed over him, handing all of my emotions and Noah’s ailment up to God and giving thanks to the Lord for my barrel racer friends and their willingness to help me. My family made it back to the rig.. Drake full of excitement and adrenaline from the dirt bike tricks he just witnessed. Breely proceeded to tell me that my “barrel run wasn’t good and daddy said it looked slow”. God love her brutal honesty haha. We loaded up and headed to nearby Spanish Fork, UT, a common layover location for the athletes. I informed Bray of Noah’s condition and my urgency to get him into the vet the next morning. We had a long drive ahead of us to Santa Fe, NM the next day, so the thought of spending more time in Utah was not desirable to Bray… UNTIL he heard my tone and the seriousness of my voice.

The next morning, I made the early phone call and prayed the vet clinic could get us in on a Saturday morning.  Sure enough, prayers were answered and we were headed that direction for a 10am appointment. I made a phone call to my trusted vet at home to get his opinion and instruction and headed into South Valley Large Animal Clinic. After a long wait, Noah’s blood was drawn, tests were run and exams were done. Tests revealed that prayers were answered and his ailment was not near as bad as feared and was only at the early stages of a respiratory infection. A good dose of antibiotics and a little rest would knock it right out. Luckily I did not have a run planned until Prineville, OR ten days away, more than enough time from the prescribed 7 days of rest. The vet said we were lucky to catch his sickness so early, otherwise it would have turned into a more serious condition in just a matter of days and my summer rodeos would have come to a quick halt. Once again, I looked up to the heavens and gave a big THANK YOU and knew the chain events leading up to that moment were not coincidental. We paid our bill, said our thank-you’s and good-bye’s and started making our way south to Santa Fe, NM… counting our blessings.

The Rig rolling south through the mountains
headed to Santa Fe, NM

 

Lessons Learned on the Rodeo Road..

*The Rodeo Road is tough.. mentally and physically

*Strawberries and Cream are the ultimate snack

*When it comes to your horses, trust your insticts

*Utilize the experience and expertise of the rodeo veterans

*God is ALWAYS listening….

 

Have a blessed day! It’s a CHOICE! ~N.

 

 

“Never Give Up” 6|17|15

Bray placing in the average at North Platte, NE
Photo Credit: Katie Cain

Bray and Ote facing the mud
in North Platte
Photo Credit: Katie Cain

We roll into North Platte, NE middle of the night tired, muddy, and wet and trying to outrun the next wave of storms. Majority of the rodeo contestants had set up camp at the North Platte Fairgrounds which is just down the street from the rodeo grounds. With a big slack the next morning, lots of cowboys and cowgirls were already bedded down leaving no stalls available for us late night arrivals. Luckily, good buddies Clayton Haas and Stan Branco had arrived just before not having to fight the delay of playing in the mud, and had already starting making make shift pens out of stock panels left in the Ag Show barn. They had their horses in their big self-made stalls and generously left us their portable panels to make our horses some stalls in and around the “show ring”. We get our “pens” put together and horses unloaded.. (it was definitely team effort) just before the bottom falls out of the sky again. Bray and I look at each other and realize we still have to get the feed out of the trailer as the rain comes down in BUCKETS. Luckily the kids were still sound asleep in their beds in the RV and I couldn’t wait to join them knowing I had to be up in a few short hours for the barrel slack at 8am. Not wanting to waste another moment of sleep, Bray and I ran into the downpour and made dinner for the “boys”. Stalls made, horses fed, waters filled, no clue what time is …. Just know it’s time for bed! We crash out to the sound of rain on the roof!

My alarm starts going off at 6am, seriously felt like I just shut my eyes. A couple of “sleep buttons” later, I get up and drag myself into my clothes and feed the horses at 6:20am. All of the guys are sleeping getting much needed rest… pretty sure a band of trumpets couldn’t have awakened them. I finish my make-up and sip on my freshly brewed coffee. I knew the horses were probably done with breakfast and it was time to trek over to the rodeo grounds. The night before Clayton and Stan had asked to ride Ote the next morning because their great horse Cadillac had come down with an abscess that night in one of his hooves and was a little sore. Of course Bray was more than willing as he has asked the same favor of them in the past. So even though Bray was not running his steers until the following morning, he still got up, got his horses ready and we slowly made our way…. Of course not without our usual stop in the middle of the road, with me directing traffic because we couldn’t make a sharp turn, but “truck driver Bray” always seems to get us out of the pickle and away we go…

I was the first barrel racer in the warm up pen and was enjoying the stillness and the cool Nebraska air. Noah and I had plenty of time to warm up slowly and survey the arena and pattern as they already had the barrels on the stakes at 7:15am. I was impressed the arena looked as good as it did with the amount of rain that fell. Only a few water puddles here and there but overall looked great. I ran my game plan through my head over and over.. “Smooth and correct” I kept telling myself. Although Noah is a finished barrel horse and knows his job, he is new to “rodeos”. So I’m going through what is called the “seasoning process”.. Basically translating into the “first time your horse sees stuff”… new arenas, new ground, new sights to see, ect. Learning how to handle ALL the variables and still do a good job. This can be an “Up and Down” process and definitely requires me as a jockey to be on my game… which also is taking quite the effort as I continue to knock the rust off!

Bray and all of the other Steer wrestlers up that morning start making their way to the warm up pen as their event was directly after the barrels. Bray informs me that Casey Martin stayed back at the rig with the kids until I get done… HUGE HELP! Again… team effort. Well I make my run, and that “game plan” I had didn’t quite pan out. Noah was blessed with an endless “Speed Tank” that sometimes can work as a disadvantage. This big ol’pen gave us PLENTY of time to build up too much speed.. (yes there is such a thing as too much speed). Needless to say the run wasn’t pretty and was chalked up to “the seasoning process”, but not without leaving me a little discouraged and down on myself. I cooled him down and Noah and I went back to the trailer to relieve Casey of “kid duty”. Well.. not much “relieving” going on as all three of them were still “sawing logs” pretty heavily.

I unsaddled and waited for the steer wrestling slack… Casey finally rolled out of bed and made his way to the arena to watch and meet up with Bray and Beau to help out Clayton and Stan. (As you will soon learn from these “Chronicles”… Steer wrestlers travel in “packs” and help each other out in “packs”. You won’t find much “selfishness” in the Bulldogger world.)

Not much time passed and I could hear the times being called out in the steer wrestling. By this time Breely was up and enjoying the morning with me, with Drake, or we like to call him “King Tut”, still asleep comfy in his bed. From the cab of the truck Breely and I have the windows down and are intently listening to times… “Next Up, Stan Branco”… We stretch our ears and can see the boxes from a distance. We see them start then a few short seconds here a holler from the crowd and a time of 3.8 called out. Shortly after Clayton makes his run on Ote and was 3.9. Breely looks over at me and says, “Wow.. Mom! Ote did his job GOOD this morning!” I couldn’t help but smile and think what a blessing Ote continues to be to our family! Bray makes his way back with his boys, “Ote” and “Bam”, and has a big grin on his face obviously proud of them. I start helping him unsaddle and I can’t help but let my discouragement surface again from my run that morning. As I un-boot his horses I simply say.. “I’m really struggling right now and getting discouraged. I could really use some words of wisdom.”… I braced myself for a speech or instruction on how to ride my horse better or toughen up. But he simply looked at me and said.. “Never Give Up” then was silent. I sat there a little shocked. How many times over the last 3 years have I hashtagged “Never Give UP” and how many times have I supported “His” motto of “Never Give Up”? But wow how it slaps you in the face when you’re faced with the actual “Choice” to never give up. At that moment I was once again so thankful the Lord gave me that man. He said “ya know.. we lose at 75% of the rodeos out here. You have to keep going and never give up.” My mind quickly reverted back to all those late night talks while Bray was in a slump and ME giving the pep talk. Lol. Wow the irony… God’s irony. So that was that.. we loaded up and headed back to the fairgrounds for a day of clean up, catch up and laundry before the guys ran their steers the following morning.

Camp Set up



Cowboys' Clothes Line

From all of storms and rain the days before, we had WET LAUNDRY everywhere. The kids played in our makeshift camp, catching nearby frogs and adding to their rock collection, while us adults washed horse boots with the water hose and hung wet clothes and towels out to dry and enjoyed an afternoon nap once chores were done. The next morning the guys had their turn of getting up super early and heading back over to the slack at the rodeo arena down the street. Beings I handled morning chores the morning before and let the guys catch up on sleep, I decided they had it handled and stayed in bed to catch a few extra hours of sleep…. UNTIL… I heard thrashing, banging, and oh.. that stress meter I talked about earlier was going off again. Bray came to the back of the RV where our bedroom resides, and informed me the slide-out on the side of the RV would not slide in and they had to get to the rodeo, so they were catching a ride with Clayton and Stan (ironically the same two guys he helped out the morning before). Clayton and Stan hooked up their rig at 7am and hauled Bray, Casey and Beau along with the horses to the slack. The kids and I got some much needed catch up on sleep and started packing up and cleaning up once we awoke. The guys returned late morning with good news. Beau won third in the second round and he and Bray split 4/5/6^th in the average. The light of victory was quickly overshadowed, however, by the obstacle at hand. How were we going to get the slide-out in so we could head to the next rodeo in Pleasant Grove, UT 9 hours away? As Bray examined the task at hand, he noticed a giant metal bracket laying on the ground and completely out of place. With the look on his face, I knew exactly what it was. Due to the weight of all of our things packed in the RV and the cabinets of the slide-out, the bracket didn’t hold together due to a faulty weld. At this point one might think discouragement would set in or an outside party would be called in to “fix”

the problem but NOPE.. That “Never Give UP” attitude was alive and well and bodies were put into motion. A welding machine was found and borrowed from the nearby Ag Department and put in the hands of my more than capable husband to begin welding the pieces back together.  Stan Branco, a phenomenal horse shoer and blacksmith by second trade, once again lent his services and was shaping the badly warped bracket for Bray to reattach. A few short moments of “Team Work” later, Humpty Dumpty was put back together again and we were loaded and headed down the road to the next one!!! On to “Strawberry Days” in Pleasant Grove, UT.


The boys still muddy from slack working
with the welder



Stan Branco and Casey Martin
working on the bent bracket

 

Lessons Learned:

*Genuine “help” is always returned with genuine “help”

*Obstacles are just a test of dedication

*Never Give UP

 

Have a Blessed Day! It’s a CHOICE! ~N.

 

 

“John Deere Green Saves the Day” 6|16|15

The Boys chatting about it...
L-R: Beau Clark, Bray Armes, Clayton Haas, Stan Branco

 

First stop on our journey was to Sutherland, NE for the Melvin-Swanson-Halligan Memorial Steer Wrestling Jackpot. This great event is put on by good friend and fellow steer wrestler Dru Melvin and serves as the first stop to many of the steer wrestlers headed out on the “Summer Run” (def: 3 month period of summer rodeos for cowboys/cowgirls)

 

It was a beautiful day and everyone in the rig bolted out the door as soon as the parking brake was thrown. The long drive had everyone a little stir crazy and ready to stretch their legs. I was the last one out as usual, tightening down the hatch in the RV before setting up camp for the day. As the boys were unloading and watering horses, I quickly unloaded the bucket of toys that IS the entertainment for two kids that have seen too many rodeos. Within a matter of seconds, my kid count went from 2 to 10. Not sure where they came from as they seemingly just appeared. Immediately everyone was friends and staking claim over which toys the girls were taking and which ones the boys were. One thing that never ceases to amaze me out here on the road, amongst “rodeo people” and people of the western lifestyle, is how quickly kids become friends and start having the time of their life within a matter of minutes, knowing they may never see those friends again… I think adults could learn a thing or two from these “child-like” ways.. Anyway, back to our beautiful day! Play stations are set up and I don’t mean video games, and the boys are entered in

Kids' playstations... Girls to the left, boys to the right

the jackpot. I take my seat amongst all the old-timers talking over their favorite steer wrestlers and telling tales of rodeos past. The Calcutta was starting, which was my opportunity to participate in the day’s activities. Bray’s name rolled around on the auctioneer’s list and my bidding began.. However, as most calcuttas turn out for me, I was quickly out bid and past my limit of spending. Oh well! After the bidding wars on Bray I was determined to buy our hauling partner Beau, which I successfully got done. By this time I was buddies with all the old-timers that were bidding and I think they wanted to give me a break haha. The Calcutta quickly wrapped up and the bulldogging commenced.

 

 

After about an hour or so of bulldogging and cheering on our guys in the first round… Casey Martin won the first round aboard his horse Tucson and Beau made a great run aboard Ote on a hard running steer. Bray had a little tough luck and broke the barrier. As the boys were getting started into the second round, our beautiful day was quickly changing color and starting to act a little angry. Being the daughter of a lighting expert and understanding the dangers in lightning, I quickly corralled my kids plus some and took cover in the RV. Rain started falling and before long so did little pea sized pieces of ice. 

 

I gave strict orders to the kiddos in the RV to stay put, said a little prayer it would be in one piece when I returned (and not because of the storm if you know what I mean). I sprinted outside to gather up Noah and loaded him in the trailer for cover from the now quickly falling hail. Still no sight of Bray, Ote, Bam, Beau, Casey or Tucson. The

storm went from bad to worse in a matter of minutes with heavy downpours and hail now to the size of grapes and ping pong balls. I see Bray make a run for it with Ote and Bam in tow and he quickly loads them in the horse trailer as we remained in the open horse slot reserved for Casey and Tucson whom never showed. At this point the hail was falling so hard there was no chance to run back to the RV to the kids so all I could do was yell orders as they continued to stick their red solo cups out the door trying to catch the hail… yes.. I’m not making this up. Most kids might be frightened from the crashing lighting and pelting hail.. but NO, MY fearless children along with their friends were amazed and amused by mother nature and were trying to get a closer look. {{SIGH}}

Well Mother Nature let up but not without leaving her mark on the arena and our rig. One might think the boys might call it off, but NOOOOO, not Steer Wrestlers. So the bulldogging jackpot quickly morphed into a Mud-dogging. I ventured out to watch a little more and the kids ventured out to splash around in the shin deep water puddles. The Jackpot ended up with Bray splitting 1^st/2^nd in the second round and none of our guys doing any good in the third round or average. The rain started back up again periodically and we knew a bigger storm was headed our direction.

Now the fun part… We have quickly learned that two things do not mix… the weight of this rig and MUD! By this point it is pushing 10pm and I’ve got the kids bathed and in bed and quickly started cleaning the RV awaiting the next wave of MUDDY CLOTHES. The guys were SOLID MUD and Sopping WET! There is a certain harmony that goes on in this rig with everyone knowing their job and when to step in and when to not. It is most definitely a team effort. One of my roles I’ve quickly honed in on is “Stress-radar”… and my “Stress Radar” was going off and I quickly realized we were stuck. Bray’s pulse was slightly heighted to say the least. Casey and Bray were outside trying to figure out how in the world we were getting this “Monstrosity Rig” out and Beau and I were in the rig making phone calls trying to figure out stalls and cover for the horses at North Platte (our next stop). Our original plan was to stay in Sutherland for the night then take the short drive to North Platte early the next morning for me to run barrels in the 8am slack. However, the horses had no cover in Sutherland and with the already scary hail that had fallen and more storms on the way, that wasn’t an option. As I waited for the next instruction and quietly chatted with God, Bray dove into the driver’s seat, muttering words of “stress” under his breath but then with a large jolt of the rig,  out of nowhere his tone quickly changed. He got a light in his eye and a fire in his voice and screamed out the window “That’s John Deere Green for ya… YEEEEEEEEHAAAA” One of the old-timers at the jackpot got his Old 4020 John Deere Tractor and was successfully pulling our gigantic rig through the slop and mud. I was so tickled by God’s humor. Out of ALL the equipment and ALL the trucks that could have come to the rescue, God knew the EXACT piece of equipment that not only would get the job done but would turn Bray’s “Hope” back on! With all of my husband’s deep farming roots, his blood only bleeds john deere green. God is Good all the time, all the time God is Good!

So after, successfully getting out of the mud, unloading the jeep out of the back of the trailer, unloading the horses (which I was now holding in the rain), the rig would not fit through the gate. But with the newly uplifted spirits, this was just a step for a stepper. Bray unhooked the RV from the trailer, one the many angels that showed up to help, helped hook the trailer onto another truck that pulled it through the gate. Once out the gate, we put Humpty Dumpty back together again, gave big THANK YOU’s and hand shakes to all the HELP and headed down the road.

Lessons Learned…

*turn aquaintances into friends like kids do

*If in doubt, go green

*no task is too simple to pray about…. God is ALWAYS listening.

Next stop North Platte, NE… with storms on our tails.

 

Have a Blessed Day! It's a Choice!! ~N.

 

Beginning of the "Summer Run" | June 15, 2015

 

Three hours past our “time to pull out”.. we get the big rig rolling down the driveway and headed north out of Pilot Point, TX…our newly called “HOME”. Loaded down with 4 horses, 3 Steer Wrestlers, a barrel racer, two kids, a French bulldog, and “Peanut the Rodeo Glider” (my daughter’s pet sugar glider.. just google it) we embark on a new adventure and new way of life for our family. You see we’ve always been a rodeo family to some degree…. But in the most recent years we’ve been a “separated” family during the bulk of the rodeo season. This time of year is typically full of excitement along with sadness and tears when we say good-bye to Daddy for 3 months. However, in result of a statement Bray made at the end of the 2014 rodeo season… “Next year ya’ll are going with me.. or I quit”…. We stand here looking at the yellow brick road the Lord has layed out before us. You see, if it wasn’t for God, NONE of this would be possible. SO Many things had to fall into place at JUST THE RIGHT TIME (God’s perfect Timing)  for this opportunity to be possible for the Armes Family to “RODEO” together…. That is a whole OTHER Testimony I’ll share at a later date!! But for now, we’re back to the Big Rig headed north, loaded down with.. well, you know that part.

 

 Let me introduce the  “Characters” of our story.. We start with Bray Armes, Professional Steer Wrestler, 3x NFR Qualifier but more importantly MY Faithful, Loving Husband and father to our two kids Breely and Drake. Bray is also the BOSS of the rig and “Man of the House”… whichever “house” we may be in at the time. He is a man of God that let’s is faith shine brightly through his soft spoken words and Never-Give-Up attitude!!! (yes… I am proud of my husband hehe ;)
 

Next Steer Wrestler in the Rig is the “Tall Drink of Water” from Sulpher, La.. Casey Martin. Better known in the rig as “MARTIN”,  Casey is 4x NFR Qualifier and has been a top contender for for a World Championship title many of those years! Casey is the faithful husband to his beautiful wife Shawna and the devoted daddy to his 6 children anxiously awaiting his return home.



 

Third and final Steer Wrestler in this rig is “soon to be first time Daddy”, Beau Clark from Bozeman, MT And yes.. his intro is important because that “Label” will be instigating some exciting blogs in the VERY near future! Beau aka “Beau-Bo” is also an NFR Qualifier and has gotten his 2015 rodeo season off to a HOT START!!

Now I guess it’s time for my intro.. “the Barrel Racer”.. but my more important roles in this rig are “Momma” and “Bray’s Wife”, two labels and jobs I carry with joy and pride. My name is Neelley and I typically can be found keeping kids in line, giving Bray a hard time, cleaning the RV or taking care of my barrel horse, Noah. God has given me two gifts with this opportunity to go on the road with Bray.. 1. To be with and support my husband as he supports our family while keeping our family together. And 2. I get to come out of a long retirement and chase a DREAM myself, rodeoing alongside my husband.

Now let me introduce our children.. first there is my spirited blonde haired blue-eyed baby girl that isn’t so much a baby any more! Breely is 8 years old and loves ALL THINGS NATURE! She is the “mom” and caretaker to our resident Sugar Glider “Peanut” and also our knowledge source when it comes to the different places we are traveling to! She can be found wearing her jewlelry and muddy boots dancing to her own beat around the rig or carefully caring for the newest frog or bug her brother has captured. On the introduction of her brother… our spirited wild child Drake. Drake is our rambunctious 6 year old that is as big as most 8 year olds who can do more push ups and sit ups than most 10 year olds (just ask his personal trainer Beau-Bo) Drake can typically be found aggravating his sister, digging in the dirt with his tractor or finding any and every frog in a 3 mile radius. Both of our “Angels” were hand designed by God and couldn’t be more loved by their Momma and Daddy.

Let’s not forget Our 4-Legged Family Members that are along for the trip. First we have “Otis-Jeremiah Armes”, (yes it’s hyphenated) our 1 year old french bulldog and essentially mine and Bray’s third child. Otis, at times can be the most well behaved child in the rig haha. He loves wrestling with Drake, playing fetch with Breely or riding shotgun with whomever is driving the rig at the time. He also likes to oversee the horse chores and oddly enough, the horses don’t mind him much either. Otis’s furry roommate in the rig is Breely’s furry friend  “Peanut” the sugar glider. Sugar Glider’s are a small flying squirrel type animal that is native to Austrailia. He is nocturnal and can be the source of some mischief in the middle of the night… just ask NFR bulldogger, Stan Branco. Breely loves her Peanut and Peanut loves his Breely so naturally, Peanut could not be left behind on this family trip.

 

Our Equine Athletes in the rig are the one and only French Wonder better known as “Ote” or to his fans, “that pretty palomino bulldogging horse”, his side kick and hazing horse “Bam”, their colleague “Tucson” owned and ridden by Casey Martin, and “Noah”… my “little yella bottle rocket” barrel horse.

 

{More details and backstories on the horses in upcoming blogs.}

 

So the scene is set and the characters are in place!! Let the Rodeo Adventures of 2K15 BEGIN!!

 This blog, by popular demand, will be updated as much as possible telling the “Tales of the Rodeo Road” as seen through the eyes of #TeamArmes …. with ALL of its UPS and DOWNS. This Rodeo road is not always Rainbows and Butterflies and can sometimes get really mentally and physically tiring. BUT.. there are also glorious moments, precious moments, and moments that become LIFE CHANGING.

As it always has been and continues to be the TRUTH our story was built on.. 

“With Man this is Impossible, but with GOD, ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE” Mt. 19:26

Have a blessed Day! It’s a Choice!
~Neelley