I had to leave the ranch by six this morning and am in Denver now waiting for my flight. I know life will be full speed ahead when I get home, so I am hoping to post these last photos before they start boarding the plane. I think for the sake of time I might just put all the remaining photos in a gallery. There are some extras from earlier days and a few I took of Andrew's leather work on Sunday. I was especially captivated by Andrew's hands this visit. They can lay a gentle rein to a horse's neck, force the weight of a trailer onto a hitch, and create beautiful works of purposeful art. I remember well when his hand fit inside of mine. It has been a special gift to have been able to come and see him doing the things he loves and what his hands have produced here in Wyoming. We talked some this weekend about the fact that Andrew lives so far away. I suspect every mother has the desire to gather her children close and know they are always safe, but greater is the desire for them to be happy.  Andrew is happy in the west as a cowboy. Over and over this visit, it was clear that the west is his home. And therefore a piece of my heart is also at home in the west.