This morning I spent four hours in a tractor with my hub, which to some probably doesn't sound like the funnest way to spend a Saturday morning, but to me it's one of my favorite things to do with him. I fell in love with my husband in a tractor, and every time I am with him watching him do what he is passionate about my love for him grows that much more.
Our journey began 6 years ago, thanks to the divine intervention from the man upstairs, in the cab of a John Deere, and it still amazes me how far we have come since those days. Back then I knew nothing about farming, and to this day I am still learning. I mean, it only took me 6 years to finally learn how to drive one of those bad boys! But farming is such a huge part of who my husband is, and from day one I have always been eager to learn as much as I could about the things he loves. I couldn't be more thankful that he is willing to answer all my questions, and that he takes the time to teach me new things, like how not to overlap your rows while working dirt; how to get a rock out that is stuck between two disks (I wasn't driving then, by the way); and what the difference is between a disk and a field cultivator.
I am feeling extra grateful for my farmer, and all his hard work and dedication during this busy season, and even more grateful that I got to spend my Saturday morning in a tractor stealing kisses from my favorite man! I wouldn't trade this life for anything!
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