Faith, Farming and Falling in Love. Our wedding song was not the theme from Green Acres TV show, but it would have been fitting on that beautiful October evening as I walked down the stone tile floor of the Thorncrown Chapel nestled in the Ozark mountains near Eureka Springs, Arkansas.
A Navy brat by birth, I grew up in cities across the United States. I never imagined the business man of my dreams would wear wranglers and cowboy boots instead of suit and loafers. I also never imagines living in small town USA, where everyone knows your name and wants to change your single marital status, including my future mother in law. But God had other plans and a sense of humor.
Our first date was the beginning of such introductions to old pick ups, barn swings, fresh air and fertilizer, cows and critters and his greatest treasures, his daughters, Nicole and Kimberly. It wasn’t long until I realized I stepped into something that was completely foreign.
I traded in my career and high heals for parenthood and a pair of rubber boots, a sports car for a 4 wheel drive jeep, a Daytimer planner for a Farmer’s almanac and that wasn’t all. The learning curve was quite hilly at times and I learned a few tricks of the trade along the way. The first was if at first you don’t succeed driving a tractor there are always more opportunities. The second, if a thousand excuses don’t get you out of farm work, bribing your father in law with a pie surely will. However: there are times that I give in and work along side my man and we always find fresh air and a funny stories make for a good life full of gratitude on the farm.
I hope that as you read my journal, you will take a moment to laugh at your situation and give thanks for the goodness around you.
And he said…
You are my wife
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