07/21/2025
This is gonna make me sound like an absolute LOSER but I donāt care.
Iām gonna be real with you guys. I got my son back from his dad this weekend and today was a hard day. I missed him so much this weekend and I had an off day. For some reason it seems to get harder every time heās away. Youād think time would make it easier but it doesnāt.
When he got home he wanted me to read him some stories so we got a pile and read a bunch. Thereās a couple stories that makes me tear up every time I read them to him and of course he chose multiple of them.
He has one story about farming throughout the year and all the hard work that goes into the animals and crops. At the end of the story it talks about how at the end of the year everything got done that needed to get done, and itās peaceful.
These are the actual words that make me cry every dang time.
āThe year is coming to an end for all these strong, hardworking friends. A year of awesome work and play, of revving hard, day after day, of tending animals with care, of crops to market everywhere.
Now off to rest, with thoughts of thanks for good farm life, for full fuel tanks. For friends they have and work they do, for sunshine, rain, and crops that grew. All set for springtime days ahead. But now itās nighttime. Time for bed.
Goodnight, falling quilts of snow. Goodnight, cozy farm, below. Goodnight, hardworking farming teams. Itās been a good year.
Nowā¦ shh!
Sweet dreamsā
It gets me every time. I donāt think I could ever express with words the love I have for my family and the land we get to work on together. It brings me real joy, and Iām beyond grateful for the life I get to live and the animals I get to work with.
I guess the point of this is to say itās ok to cry, both happy and sad tears. I cried lots of both today, and thatās ok. Anyways, I hope you all had a lovely Sunday and find something to be grateful for this week!
Thanks for listening to my gibberish š«¶š¼
