I didn’t grow up on a ranch—in fact, I grew up in an apartment in the city. Horses and wide-open skies were more of a daydream than anything real. But life has a funny way of writing its own story. After serving 8 years in the Army, I married my redheaded cowboy and found myself right in the middle of the life I’d always imagined.

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These days, I’m raising two little boys and a barn full of animals, trading sidewalks for saddle time. My absolute favorite mornings start in a dusty ranch truck, hot coffee in hand, headed out to work cattle horseback. There’s nothing fancy about it, but that’s the kind of beauty I’ve fallen in love with—the raw, the real, the everyday moments that make ranch life what it is.

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I keep my camera close because I never want to forget these pieces of our story. The grit, the history, the hard work, and the small glimpses of magic—it all deserves to be remembered. And that’s what I love sharing here with you.

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So pour yourself a cup of coffee, climb in the ranch truck, and ride along with me.