My farmer doesn't appear much on my blog.
I should be better about telling you about him.
He loves me even when I'm awful to him.
He leaves me love notes in manure.
He isn't afraid to be ridiculously silly with the children.
Like here, see?
|Daddy and Christopher 2010|
He tells me he loves me.
He works hard and long.
(When you marry an independent dairy farmer, there are no days off, no holidays, and no guarantee of ever getting anywhere that you planned to go because the cows might get out, one might have trouble calving, the milk truck might get stuck in the yard, everything that could go wrong does and chores end up taking forever, etcetera ad finitum.)
He likes leftovers.
He's sooooo smart!
He likes to take the kids with him when he goes somewhere.
When one of his children says something like this, he just laughs.
(I think would cry!)