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My fiance met and started dating almost 8 years ago. We have been through so much together, including divorce of my parents, death of a childhood friend and the turmoils of college stress and life. We just got engaged over Easter and are FINALLY getting married! My fiance wears his boots EVERYWHERE: church, school, work, etc. He loves his boots more than anything, except me of course! When I bought my first pair of boots he was so excited and wants me to wear them everywhere too. We are even taking our engagement pictures in our cowboy boots. For our wedding, he is wanting to buy his groomsmen boots for their wedding party present. As you can imagine, that would be quite expensive. He also wants a new pair of boots for the wedding and I am entering this story in hopes that I could win some boots for him. He is the most amazing person I have ever met and I can’t imagine my life without him.

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Growing up in a military family is rough. Especially when your mom is a bit out of it and your dad is at war for most of your birthdays. When dad would come home on leave, he replaced his spit shined army standard boots in favor for his worn down, 15-year-old, duct-tape-tailored, size-too-big-for-a-7-year-old-girl cowboy boots. I remember that when he was home, he never took them off. I’m pretty sure that in every picture of my childhood with him in it, the boots were there too. He was wearing them when he married my mom, when I got my first puppy, when he was teaching me to roller skate, at my first gymnastics recital, out in the snow building snowmen with his kids. Every memory I have of him includes the boots I deemed embarrassing when I turned thirteen.

Those boots were like air to dad. And when the soles finally met their doom in the jaws of the new family dog, I wouldn’t have been surprised to find that he cried himself to sleep that night.

That was a few years ago, and Dad has a new pair now. They don’t seem to fit him right though. He looks sort of foreign with them on. Its taken a while, but I think I know why now. Those boots weren’t just chunks of threaded together leather adorned with shiny plastic tape. They were like the stupid notches that you carve into the wall when your child grows. They wore the scars that were much like his children’s wounds. Those goofy looking decrepit books were his reminders of his baby girls, and his only son. They reminded him of us. And that’s why he hung onto them so long. They were his babies.

Had two pairs of cowboy boots, both pairs lost there skins.. went to the horse races when it was raining, stepped into water getting to the race track, both times, i wore the boots, it had rained… the results were, the skins came loose…i still have the outer skins boots from the snake, but the lizards i threw those away… end of story..!!