I will be the first to admit I was nervous about packing for our trip this week. Not due to our destinations or that I would be giving a presentation for the first time ever but our self-imposed constraints. We ordered new luggage, backpacks. This is so we don’t have to check luggage on multiple flights with multiple carriers in two countries. We will be gone for 10 days with 2+ days of travel time. I will be talking in front of 100ish dairy farmers and attending the necessary conference dinners. I was freaked out about how many pairs of shoes would NOT fit in my suitcase, how many pairs of socks do I need to take, what if it gets cold/hot/rainy? My husband looked at me and said “I am sure that they have stores in Turkey.”
And, folks, that is one of the many reasons I love him. And then we went to Milwaukee to go shopping. This is where I found some wonderfully labeled products for the traveler. Yup, I bought myself 2 pairs of the above underwear. Yup, there were $16 per pair. Nope, they are not that cute. Its going to be so worth it to not have to wear wet underwear because they didn’t dry overnight hanging in the hotel bathroom in Munich while on your honeymoon. Although, that is a funny story for another time.
So, with such a simple purchase, my mind is at ease about the lack of space in my new suitcase. Now, I can focus on the daily tasks at hand and accomplish what needs to be done, I hope.
I love my life. I love my husband. I love my children. I love being able to dairy.
These are things that I know. But why is it that I only really acknowledge this when a friend is struggling within their life?
As the Lenten season is drawing to a close, it is a natural time of reflection for myself. With two friends hurting, I have been lost in thought quite a bit this week. Both thinking about them and my own life. It is a stark contrast right now.
What I have learned through this is – I need to be more thankful for my life. And this is a goal for myself.
Wishing all of you a joyous Easter.
Here I am, in blog form. Starting a blog I something I had been thinking about for a while. I thought it could be a spot for me to share my life. We are dairy farmers in northeastern Wisconsin. I am a wife and a mommy. I joined my husband and his family’s dairy farm after we were married. He is third generation on this dairy. I am proud to call myself a dairy farmer and to carry on the tradition. I love my “job”. I am passionate about what we do.
I do have a little secret – I am a city kid. I grew up in a nice suburban subdivision. I took ceramics in 4-H. I learned to feed calves because I was falling in love with a farmer. And you could say the rest is history. But it isn’t. It’s our story and my personal journey. And I want to share that. So, in the days and weeks and months to come, I will share what happens on our farm and in my life. Some of it will be about dairy farming. And I think that most of it will just be about my life.
Thanks for stopping by and please follow me along in my dairy life…