So, I thought to myself how odd that my husband would let me sleep in blissfully until 9am on a day we were planning to get so much done. He is an early riser, I am NOT. The smell of bacon finally was more enticing than my pillow and I got dressed enough to walk through to join my sister and her husband in the kitchen. I actually thought he had helped make breakfast – nope! In the pouring rain, with a hatchet and a few dogs, my husband was up at 7am whacking through the brush to make way for a fence line. He really is excited about this whole farm thing, because he was willing to do that without me. Thankfully.
Eventually, as I was finishing my breakfast and packing some breakfast sandwiches up to take up on the acres, he came in. Oh, what a sight! I wish a thousand times over that I had thought to get a quick picture before helping him to get out of his soaked clothes. Glasses running with rain, a puddle in the floor at his feet, he wiggled out of all of the sopping wet items and dried off a bit. “I quit” he said. Then he laughed! And I laughed! However ambivalent I have been about the whole “let’s farm” idea, the boyishness of him standing in rain soaked clothes with a smile on his face and a hand axe as his only tool helped me appreciate how well this outdoor life might suit him. After our last few years together, the fact that he could make a path through the woods with only an axe is a testament to God’s goodness. It was one of those moments in my life where my heart takes notice of that moment and holds it a little bit longer, mulls it over, and smiles again.
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