My husband and I are both third generation farmers. Yet, it took me 35 years to say the line out loud, “I am a farmer.”
Growing up, I didn’t want anything to do with farming. In fact, I refused to date my now husband for months, solely because he was a generational ‘farm boy.’ Even after we purchased our farmland and moved onto it, I always said, “My husband farms, not me.” But then life changed.
My father-in-law’s sudden passing in 2016 turned our world upside down. Not only did we lose a guiding light in our family, but we lost the greatest influence in our farming operation as well—he was my husband’s partner and mentor.