True confession: I have a thing for farmers. The older the better.
I love listening to farmers talk. I love their farms and their stories about farming. I like reading about them, watching them on TV, and listening to them on podcasts or in person. There is something so intriguing to me about the family farm.
Also, I want to be them. And own a cow.
I got one step closer to my cow dreams this past weekend. A local farm where I go and occasionally work for fun (some people get their kicks at bars, and some people pull weeds, okay?!), said I could keep a milk cow on their property. I almost flipped my lid. Lucky for Ross, he planned on hunting when I got home, so he had an escape route. I simmered down a degree by the time he got home. Getting dinner on the table for four kids has a way of grounding a person.
Anyway, today the farmer's wife gave me sage advice that I didn't really want to hear. But probably needed. She said, "We all think, just one more thing and our lives will be perfect!" A cow might not be in the cards just yet. Forcing it isn't in the best interest of any of us, and I know it won't ultimately make me any happier than I am now...but the ice cream might.
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