The Farmer

Born and raised on a dairy farm, he’s now the third generation to run it. He’s married to a total city girl (me) who is quite proud of how adaptable she is. (As long as I get to wear zebra-print cowboy boots, all’s right in the world). He’s strong, friendly, and a stone-cold fox when he’s operating farm machinery. Never in my life did I think I would be married to this type of man, but this plaid-wearing, manure-covered tractor driver is my hubby and I couldn’t be more proud.

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