I was 25 and knew nothing of the pain down the road.
I knew only bliss and joy.
Hope and contentment.
I knew rich love and much grace.
On a beautiful fall day I said, “I do”, before family and friends.
I pledged my love through sickness and health until, “death do us part”.
I walked down a make shift aisle in the field of my farmer’s family.
I gazed at the foliage and family and friends surrounding us. . . but I barely saw them.
Instead I saw a future and a hope with the man standing before me.
It’s been 24 years since that beautiful day.
I’d do it again.
Even knowing what we would face.
I love my farmer more today than on that gorgeous day 24 years ago.
He makes me swoon.
Our wedding venue is filled with cows, calves and manure.
It’s been a challenging walk.
Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves.
A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.
I’m grateful God chose my farmer to walk this road with me.
He puts up with a lot!
We’re on a great adventure.
Together we’ll serve, pray and grow.
Looking forward to what God has in store.
This song has been a constant through all these years.
It was sung at our wedding, we’ve danced in the dark awaiting a new life, we’ve listened as we’ve cried over deep,
deep loss, we’ve danced in front of our kids; grossing them out, and we’ve sat in the quiet and just listened; being grateful.
Happy Anniversary to my farmer.