12/23/2025
If you would have told me 15 years ago that I would be a small farmer?
Fact: I would have told you that it was highly unlikely...
Probably impossible.
Well hold my beer Christina, God had a vision layed out before you even believed it nor thought it.
Truth: This is a dream come true that truly unraveled before my eyes.
Farming is truly one of the toughest jobs that I ever had. But with tough comes happy, rewarding and truly joyful. Having a husband who comes home from running his own successful plumbing business and still heads out to put hay out for the goats at 9 pm in the dead of winter, man am I lucky.
Together we have fenced thousands of feet of fencing for the goats, built chicken coops and duck houses, welcomed many new baby's on the farm 🚜 and snuggled baby goats and duckling and chicks in the house too.
We have experienced loss, sadness and pain in it all.
The first time we lost our first goat, Murphy was his name. Was the saddest day ever.
And then when we lost two alpacas to our cow literally crushing them, we'll that broke our hearts in pieces.
Ducks dropping like flies due to a Martin sucking the blood from their poor little bodies.
Chickens...well chickens die on a good day from the unknown so the causes of their deaths is still a mystery half the time.
Losing more goats to Mastitis, Selenium deficiencies and frankly some to the unknown.
Our greatest teachers come during our biggest losses.
We learn from our experiences, change our mistakes and wake up and try again each morning.
My animals are what I wake up to each morning to tend to with fresh water, hay and grains.
My animals give me a purpose, teach me and my children patience, pain, growth and loads of endurance and happiness.
Let me tell you farming is not for the faint or weak.
You need to be strong even on days when struggling is inevitable.
I have dealt with more defeat than I care to admit yet here I am diving right in every single morning that wake up.
See, my grandfather was a cattle farmer.
He farmed right up until the days that he found out he had leukemia. He was 80 years old getting ran over by the bulls and still showed up to that dinner table each time with what ever bruises came from the day.
He woke up each morning before the sun 🌞 rose, because it was what needed to be done.
Sacrifice doesn't teach us, but humbles us each and every day.
I wish that he got to see this part of me, the part where I sit and enjoy all of the sacrifice infront of me.
Here is to all the farmers out there that sacrifice it all for you.