Hi y’all! Welcome to the farm. 🙂 Well, welcome to my online version of this “farm wife farm life” that is my real life…and it can be a sure ’nuff hot mess.
Meet our zoo crew. My girl, Austin, given my mom’s maiden name and who thinks it’s really neat some little boys have the same name as her, since Austin is a “girl name,” after all. I don’t have the heart to tell her otherwise and wouldn’t want to be the boy who tried.
My boy Wesley – my thoughtful, creative, intelligent boy, who just yesterday was a chubby toddler telling every Grandma at the grocery store who asked, that his name was “John Wayne Wesley Robert Bernard.” He chose to daily watch the Duke’s movies over cartoons and we didn’t interfere – don’t judge.
And then my man – my very own John Wayne of a husband, affectionately referred to as “LB” (that’s his initials y’all…I like to keep things simple.) He only looks tough and mean in the photo above – he’s actually like a big teddy bear (ie. the photo below) – especially when our little girl crawls up in his lap and bats her hazel eyes at him. He works harder (and smarter) than anyone I know and he’s taught me to drive a tractor, pull a rake (straight), and pan fry a dang good ribeye. For all this and more I give him props and try to keep him well fed.
The family photo above, in all it’s silly, beautiful glory, is tangible evidence of the intangible – my heart and soul. Wrapped up in the three people that I do life and love and crazy with every single day.
God used this family to save me from myself – and gave me a second chance at life with Him, through them. He’s also given me a heart to share through My Pen and Lens the glory He reveals everyday on this farm we get to call home. This online space is an outlet for me to share the mostly light-hearted (and sometimes heavy-weight), parts of this journey we call life.
I am beyond thrilled (if not altogether surprised) that you’ve stuck with me this far and I truly hope you’ll come back often to share in the journey with us – because if I’ve learned anything in my “thirty-something” years, our stories all matter and they are always better together. (Especially over a glass of sweet tea and a handful of lard-made-honey-and-butter-laden biscuits.) See you somewhere on the farm soon…
“Merdie” (my accidental nickname that permanently stuck)