Year Eight

If you look closely enough, you can see the two newest black + white additions. Hildi the holstein and no appropriate name still the longhorn.

HIS DAY: putting out bulls, Prairie Hills Cafe, new horse pick up.

MY DAY: massage, egg drop offs, pizza hut breadsticks, chiropractor appointment, hob lob, grocery shopping, marketplace purchase pick ups, 4th of july decorating.

OUR DAY: “HAPPY ANNIVERSARY” texts after leaving the house. halfway meet ups for dinner. Another Round snapper + burger with carbs, lots of carbs.

This last year has been a lot for myself, especially my mental health. Probably one of the harder since we’ve been together. I’ve felt like thee worst wife (and probably have been) thee worst wife in many uncountable ways. But like always, he was absolutely steady as a rock, undeservingly patient + gives me so much love and grace. He rarely tells me no, is almost always my biggest cheerleader + handles my attitude quite well most days. I’m lucky to do life with you Sawyer Hanna.

Things I’m extra grateful for this year:

learning how much home truly is a person not a place, but damn we do love being home
slowly slowlyyyy learning how to ALMOST state my emotions calmly
consistent church at Harvest together
him rarely denying my projects
all our happy animals
extensive time together
the simple agriculture lifestyle
Sawyer always sending Zoeyy content when I’m away
meal plans + homemade dinners together
thinking tv series to watch together at night
mediocrely more consistent date nights
him continuing to celebrate years together