Summer 2023
Dedicated to my handsome first love.
I'm not sure that words could express what is in my heart for Bo. ... No, as the song "Love You Anyways" says, no words have been made that could shoulder that kind of weight.
I was twelve when we met. His barn housed chandeliers. His quiet hazel eyes moved me.
I almost lost him, no sooner than I called him mine. Yet he pulled through, surviving an impossibly large abscess.
He was gentle throughout it all. He saw me through the end of my childhood, through my teenage years... through my joys and sorrows he always waited in the barn until I was full grown.
He taught me how to conquer fear. Of going too fast, of not being in control. With him.
He taught me to get back up when you crash and burn.
He taught me you look out for your partner. He came for me on the ground. I took care of him before myself.
He taught me something of responsibility. Eleven years of marching out to do chores several times a day in all weather will do that to you.
He taught me how to sit and enjoy the wind blowing through the grassy fields in summer.
How to have adventures. How to take risks. Go places others cannot.
Therapy when boys suck and I needed to just go rub him down in silence.
Empathizing eyes when I cried.
And a playmate when we just needed to romp and run.
He was stubborn and obstinate but so wonderful. Everything I needed, the perfect match. And I thank God for him.
We said goodbye in a warm, sunny patch of daises. Quiet, easy and peaceful. I heard from the Lord that day, and the comfort His whispers brought eased the pain some. Bo was such a faithful friend. And I miss him very much.
Alayna Renae Photography took these beautiful photos several days before. **I am forever grateful for you, friend.
Goodbye.
Love, Sarah
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