Oh how these last minutes of waiting are always longer, harder and just painful.
The itch to leave is almost unbearable, but one more warm night snuggled next to my hubby is incredibly more inviting as well.
My mind wonders, my thoughts race... All I need to do is halter the horses in the dark, NOT forget the gate keys... And walk them to the truck and trailer. My fear is that the silly truck will not start or something, but it is always my fear when I am on. Time limit.
Oh the last morning my boots wil be warm!
The last morning I will have French press coffee.
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