As I look around my house toys are everywhere, shoes are strewn about, hats with names of seed companies hang on chairs, and another load of laundry needs put away. I can't help but hope and pray someone doesn't show up at the door, on second thought who cares. It's the middle of harvest and the last few days my house has been a revolving door. Between carpool drop off and pick up, lots of little kids in and out, a husband stopping in to grab lunch not having time to take his shoes off, and milking cows, keeping my house completely free of any toys or dirt is literally impossible. No matter how hard I try. The week ended with a bang. Corn was combined, stalks shredded, bailed, stacked away, and the smell of freshly hauled manure filled my house, despite all the candles burning. The kids took turns riding along with Blake and time spent in the barn with me. Savannah was kind enough to point out several days while climbing in the car after school that I
Hey there! My name is Becky. I am the daughter of a fourth-generation dairy farmer, And now the wife of a dairy farmer. My husband farms alongside his two brothers and his dad. We have been blessed with three little ones. When I'm not running kids and food back and forth to a tractor I enjoy time with family and friends, baking, any home decor store, and helping on the farm. Our life truly does revolve around faith, family, and farming.