It's harvest season, which means anything I do that isn't in the cab of a combine, likely doesn't involve him.
It's been almost almost nine years ago since I said, "I do", and walking into another wedding has me thinking...
If you're thinking about marrying a farmer, stop.
You will think about an insane schedule, completely dictated by weather the seasons. And completely out of your control. Completely.
You will picture interrupted dinners because someone showed up for a load of hay at an ungodly hour and interrupted weekend getaways because the cows are out. The cows always get out.
You will think about being solo at everything from weddings to funerals, that is, if you can even go at all.
You will think about making budgets and vacation plans based on the price of corn or cattle, knowing full whatever you plan won't be right.
In fact, it won't just be your budget that won't go as planned. It will be everything. EVERYTHING.
You see, marrying a farmer is full of risk. And thinking on it too long might let the risk overshadow a lot of things.
Things like riding together in the combine at sunset, harvesting a crop you both poured your souls into.
Or watching your child's face light up when a baby lamb stands for the first time. Or raising your children knowing that the value of hard work will be engrained so deep in them they won't ever know any different.
Or being woke up at 1am by your farmer finally coming home - not from a night out on the town - but from a long day of working toward everything you both want.
Or sitting on the porch together, watching the sun rise over the land, animals and children the Lord has entrusted you to care for.
So if you're thinking about marrying a farmer, stop. Stop thinking and just do it!
Because this crazy, dependent on the weather and price of grain lifestyle, is truly the greatest blessing in the world.
Even if it means going to a wedding stag. (Besides, if your mom is anything like mine, she will always be your plus 1.)