Picture of a Picture. Me and My Farmer on our wedding day on a beautiful day in May in the early 2000’s. Before the beard and the kids. We HAD already worked plenty of cattle together. Photo Credit: Betty Moser
Husband to His Wife
I take you to farm beside me,
as you open gates and bottle feed orphan calves from this day forward,
during floods and good hay-making weather,
when the cattle market is high and when the futures drop,
when you forget to close the gate and when you keep the farm going when I’m gone.
I promise to love you . Even when we’re working cattle.
Wife to Her Husband
I take you to farm beside me,
as you feed in the cold and work on busted equipment from this day forward,
when I lose my favorite calf and when you stay up all night with me trying to save him,
when we sell cattle in the Fall and when I sign below your name for a new (to us) tractor,
when you accuse me of forgetting to close the gate and when we cook supper after dark.
I promise to love you. Even when we’re working cattle.
This picture is available for purchase as a downloadable file, without watermarks.
I’m the girl who married the boy I fell in love with in the cattle show ring. My Farmer is my husband who farms our family cattle & sheep farm. We raise our son, BoyChild, and daughter, GirlChild, in the centuries-old farmhouse my granddaddy bought, as legend tells it, on a front porch handshake. We are proud that our kids are multi-generation farmers and the 4th generation to grow up in the homeplace, even though it seems to have its own wind chill factor.
I believe agriculture education is imperative. I love listening to stories from the good old days. I’ll always need a side of ranch dressing.
Thanks for stopping by the Farmhouse Front Porch.
Come Sit a Spell.
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