You know, I call this blog a “Life+Style,” blog, and perhaps it’s so I can write just about anything that I want. One day it may be recipes, fashion, or ahem… a quick story about a random Sunday of working on my parents farm.
Now when I sit down to write a blog post like this, there is a large part of me that says
Jessica, they don’t give a rip about pictures of your family working cattle on the farm.
And then lo and behold I’ll do a reader survey and you all will tell me that you love the personal (behind the scenes) stuff too. So then my fingers get to typing again.
Cattle Workin’ Day on the Farm
If you read my about me page, and watched the video on “10 Random Things you May Not Know About Me,” then you already know that I grew up on a farm. You also probably know that I can’t STAND getting dirty, and I’m scared of cows on “cattle workin’ day.” I’m always afraid the big 4-legged things will get ticked off at me, and will come running towards me, knocking me on my butt.
But, from time to time in my childhood, I did get out there and help my dad and family with cattle when they needed it. Fast forward some years, and I made sure to marry a guy that was willing to help on the farm, so he could take my place. (Insert evil laugh.)
Last weekend, we got the call (or text in modern days) that it was time to work cattle. The weather was going to be just right, and there were enough family members available to chip in and help.
In response to my dad’s text, “Do you need my help too?”
Nah. It will be too muddy for you. You just help with lunch.
He knows me so well. God love ’em.
My youngest (there on the fence) is going through the stage of, “I can do it myself.” So… not to discourage that independence, we rolled with it. Pj pants and snow boots in 60 degree weather it is.
That’s my dad there in the orange. But you may have already known that from the photo shoot on the farm with my kiddos that we did over a year ago HERE. It was pretty precious.
There’s my hubby above. Man alive, is there anything better than watching the man that you love, take time out of his life to help your family? #lovelanguage
There they are, lined up, one by one, waiting their turn for their ear piercing. I told my dad that he should apply for a job at Claire’s since he has so much experience in that department. He didn’t laugh.
Oh and this little guy (or girl, I have no clue), literally came over and said,
Go ahead, I’ll pose. Take my photo.
Ok, no, we don’t have magical cows that talk. But I swear that’s what he/she was saying as I was able to take a gazillion photos of this little thing. So stinking sweet.
Then there’s this… the cows actually cooperated for photos more than my kiddos that day.
That’s a wrap… all the cattle have been tagged, checked out and sent back in to the pasture to roam. It was a successful day of cattle working.
Oh! I almost forgot. You’re probably wanting to know what we had for lunch that day, since it was my job to help. Lunch meat sandwiches. Yes, for real. Let me tell ya… my Sunday was full of labor intensive duties. I think I took two naps back on the ranch. (a.k.a. my parents house.)
I also see why God gave me two dirt + mud lovin’ boys. These little guys will be able to help out on the farm for years to come. My love language heart will be so full.