Farmer's Husband: On Our Anniversary

When I first told my husband that I wanted to quit my job as a librarian to be a farmer, he didn’t bat an eye. He looked at me and said, “okay, how do we make this work.” How do we make your dream work?

When I sit on the couch wrestling with a problem, he looks at me and says, “I don’t know what you should do, but you will figure it out.” And I do.

When I first started out and was afraid and unsure, and didn’t know if I would sell anything, but I believed so much in what I was doing. He would tell me, “You can definitely do this.”

When I forget how far I’ve come and I have to adjust to a new hard thing, he tells me, “You’ve already been doing this.”

When the pigs get out, and I’m pulling my hair out, covered in mud and whatever else because it is one of those days when nothing goes right, he asks me, “What do you need to get through this?”

When we go out in public and people ask what we do, when they talk to him like he must be the farmer, he says, “I don’t work on the farm, Deanne does. Deanne does this.”

And I am the luckiest farmer alive…