By: Lauren Boehm Lynch
When You Know You Are A Farmer’s Wife!
I was so excited; Tim and I were going on a date day! Lunch and maybe some antique shopping. I was getting dressed up, mind you I love to wear jeans and denim shirts, no makeup and my hair pulled up. But I am still a women and I wanted to wear my new dress and heels.
I had just got ready, sprayed some Obsession on when Tim came through the door and told me one of the goats were sick. Gigi who happens to be my favorite.
I slung off my heels put on my rubber boots grabbed my medical bag and out the door we went to the goat pen. I rushed to Gigi to see how she was, I hiked up my new beautiful dress, and squatted in mud and other things we won’t mention and gave her a shot and some love. And in return she gave me a big sneeze right in my face and then proceeded to wipe her nose on my dress.
When we came back up to the house, there I stood my hair windblown, clothes filthy. I went in washed my hands and face, changed into jeans and a shirt. (No it wasn’t denim at least!) I suddenly heard the vacuum cleaner go on. Well, I walk into the kitchen to find my wonderful husband vacuuming out the pockets of my coat, when I asked why he simply smiled and said you have hay in your pockets. I just smiled back at him, that’s when I knew it……….I am a farmer’s wife.