Here’s to all the girls who were raised in a barn.
The girls who learned the beauty of a sunrise because they had to get up early to feed the horses.
The girls who understand the calm serenity of the sound of horses munching hay in the stillness of a cool morning.
The girls who can shovel poop like nobody’s business.
The girls who treat 1200-pound animals like their own personal puppy dogs.
The girls who consider every barn cat, dog and even some squirrels to be a part of their barn family and every single one has a lovingly bestowed name.
The girls who spend their summers in jeans, T-shirts and boots.
The girls who have the whitest legs around and pretty mean farmers tans.
The girls who spend their days covered in sweat, poop, dirt, hair, hay and love every minute of it.
The girls who go from cleaning out a water tub to eating a sandwich without washing their hands and don’t even think twice.
The girls who share their food with their horses just because they give you the big, brown, begging eyes.
The girls who can make just about anything out of bailing twine and duck tape.
The girls who can drive a tractor, back a trailer and work a Bobcat as good as any guy.
The girls who love the mixed smell of fly spray, fresh hay and sweaty horses because that is the perfume of our summer.
The girls who go days on end without a stitch of makeup because our horses love us no matter how much mascara we have on and sometimes makeup is just too much work.
The girls who skip pool parties and summer barbecues because of horse shows and barn chores and have no complaints about their choices.
The girls who have spent hours in a hay loft stacking 75-pound bales of hay in 90-degree heat because horses have to eat.
The girls who wear their dirty cowboy boots and Cruel Girl jeans everywhere because they just don’t care what people think.
The girls who have taken their horse swimming when the days just get too hot.
The girls who may have eaten dirt, horse grain and hay as children but turned out OK anyway.
The girls who spend the night in the barn when their beloved horse is sick or expecting a baby.
The girls who have napped in their horses stalls when necessity dictates.
The girls whose lives revolve around their animals.
The girls who live and breath the air of a old barn.
The girls who wouldn’t change it for the world.
Here’s to the girls who were raised in a barn. We know we are better for it, we wouldn’t know what to do without it and we wouldn’t live our lives any other way.
Written By, Brandy Smith. Share this on Facebook if you were raised in a horse barn!