I’ve wanted a homestead farm for years now. I’ve wanted to milk goats, raise chickens, ride my horse, and grow a garden. I wanted to watch out my kitchen window as my kids learned to tumble and fall and get back up. I wanted to raise them with dirt and sunshine and fresh air. I wanted to be able to yell, “Were you born in a barn?” and chuckle, every time they left the door open as they ran back out to the sunshine.
The city was never my home, it’s not where I belong. It cramped me and the noise got in my head. I could never think over the noise. It was overwhelming.
I knew my dear husband was willing to be witness to my dreams come true, and I knew he would work hard to afford the starting of a farm (which is a bit pricey, from our experience). But, I’ll be honest, I assumed I’d do a lot of the heavy lifting on the farm. And that was a price I was willing to pay to have my farm life.
But he has blown me away day in and day out. He’s made friends with the goats, and he built them all sheds. He is the one that said it was the right day to get chicks, and he helped feed and water them. (He’s even mentioned that he misses having them in the dining room.) He’s always loved dogs, so it is no surprise when he stops to tell them each hello.
Not only did he build goat sheds (which will get a post of their own), but he built me the best chicken coop. We looked at ideas online for a week straight. I called him a million times at work…what if we…what if we…what if we…
And he built me a chicken a coop that’s just the best. My chickens love it and it let’s me keep them put up while they are small and will be where they spend their nights when they are big.
But not only did he bring me home a wood and wire structure, he went out of his way to paint it John Deere Green. Some said he should have used red, but it sure looks good to me. And he painted the name I picked for our farm on it. I cried when I saw it, and I’ve cried a few times since, because my husband knows how to love me well, and I am thankful.