I love living on a farm.

I love when we all pile into the truck, and the static-filled radio plays nice and loud.

I lurch us along as Ryan rakes and piles the grass to mulch the garden.

I feel like a real farmer’s wife: you know, the one who cooks the dinner and cares for the young ‘uns.

The one who makes sure the cat gets fed and the petunias get watered.

The one who watches her hard-working man with admiration and appreciation.