For as long as I could remember I adored my Abuelito Nico. He was a dairy man, owned a ranch & was a true cowboy. He bought me my first pair of cowboy boots, cowboy hat & taught me how to ride a horse. He was a handsome, hazel eyed, slender giant that I always looked up to (seriously he was over 6 feet tall). My fondest memories of my Abuelito is being on the ranch with him & my cow "Pinky" & the other one is sitting with him at the dinner table. When he would come home from working all day at the ranch he would wash up & then call me for dinner. Regardless if I was hungry for dinner or not, I HAD to join my grandfather at the dinner table while he had his supper. After dinner he always had a cup of coffee along with a cigarette. Once he was done then I was able to do as I pleased, but when he sat at the table I was required to sit with him & I never argued or complained about it.
He passed away over 12 years ago & not a day goes by that I miss him, especially today, his Birthday.
Happy Birthday Abuelito Nico!
Till Wednesday Sucias!