Farmer’s Wife

My husband is a farmer.

He grew up with a Grandfather and Uncle that farmed and helped out when he was younger, and the way that it has been described to me, it gets in your blood. So the year my husband and I started dating, he took a risk, and went head first into the crazy way of life, and I went with him.

Now being a “City Girl” which his Grandfather called me when I showed up to the farm one day to help with the cows wearing my polka-dot boots. I thought I looked cute, which was indeed the problem. The boots that I had on where not made to be walking around the farm, they were more suitable for a rainy day walking down a sidewalk. I could not feel my toes after fifteen minuets of standing on the freezing ground, and it took a few hours after I had returned home and showered for the feeling to fully return.

He was right. I was a “City Girl” and had no idea what I was getting into.

My husband didn’t want to farm the same way that his family members had. He wanted to bail straw and fodder to sell to mushroom growers and hay to sell for horse and cow feed or bedding. We have never had any animals, which is always the first question I get when I say that we live on a farm or that my husband is a farmer.

He had a plan. He knew what he wanted to do and he did it. Some people told him that he was crazy, others just thought it and didn’t say it out loud. To be completely honest, I did not know what to think, but I was supportive of his dream.

Ten years later, it has been a crazy ride.

I think, like most people, I did not realize the amount of work that went into doing what he wanted to do. He doesn’t get to go to the beach during the summer, weekend cook outs are almost impossible, birthday parties and random family get togethers are out of the question. I saw this plaque one time and it read,

“Farmer’s Wife

Yes, he’s working

No, I don’t know when he will be home

Yes, we’re still married

No, he’s not imaginary”

This pretty much sums up like in a nut shell. This life is different and at times hard. Both on us at home and him working, he misses us as much as we miss him.

Today is Father’s Day and instead of him being here so we can love on him and do things for him, he is working, all day and into the night long after we all go to bed. I know at times it feels as if he chooses to do things for work instead of be with us. I’m guilty of thinking this, even knowing there is no truth to it. But everything that he does, every hour he stays awake when we would much rather be sleeping, he does it all for us.

That is why I am willing to go on this ride with him. Through every twist and turn, every bad day that I am ready to pull my hair out, or day that I want nothing more then for him to hold me when I cry, or every moment I wish he could experience something with the kids instead of missing out. We will grow threw all of it together, making the most of the moments that we have together and not taking a single one for granted.