Chapter 2: rodeo royalty and 4-H Heart

Here’s a photo of me from 1984—cowboy hat tilted just right, sash across my chest, and a quiet kind of pride in my eyes. I rode only one year, but that moment with Ajax, my white horse, still echoes. He carried me through more than a competition.

I found other ways to lead. More ribbons came later—earned with my dog, Shiloh and rabbits with markings as unique as their spirits.

Those years taught me how to listen, how to guide, and how to show up with quiet strength. I learned that legacy isn’t always loud—it’s often tucked into the way you care, the way you train, the way you trust.

Some stories I’ll tell later. Some I’ll keep close. But this chapter? It’s stitched with grace, grit, and the kind of beginnings that shape everything that follows.

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