The Farm Wife Sagas

This picture might not mean much to most, but to me—it’s everything.
It’s proof of commitment, of partnership, and of a shared dream that two people are building together.

Being a farmer’s wife—and on top of that, a firefighter’s wife—isn’t for the faint of heart. But it’s a role I would choose over and over again.

Yesterday was hard. Nothing went right. Even with the help we had, the equipment just wouldn’t cooperate. It felt defeating.
But this morning brought new light, new energy, and progress. We pressed on—not just for ourselves, but to help others get their hay up, too.

People often ask how we manage it all—the animals, the land, the crazy firefighter schedule, the work, and being present for our daughter. The answer isn’t always simple, but it usually sounds something like this:
What else would we do if not this?

What would I do without babies to bottle-feed or hay to rake?
What would I be teaching my daughter about grit, sacrifice, and love—if instead of being in the field, we were at the beach getting a tan?

Instead, we made memories:
Dinner on the gooseneck trailer, watching fireflies rise, and learning that sometimes the best moments are born from hard days.

When we chose this life, we chose all of it:
Holidays spent working.
Hot days sweating.
Cold days feeding.
Easy days where all the mamas raise healthy babies.
And the hard days—the ones where we both walk away for a moment, breathe deep, and remind ourselves:
“The Lord never gives us more than we can handle.”

We started with nearly nothing. But what matters most is that we chose to build it together.
His long days are mine, and mine are his.

So many times when I’m talking with others about our week—farm work instead of pool days—I’m told, “I’d have to let my spouse do that alone.”
But I’ve always believed this life—this calling—is something two people choose, especially in marriage.
It’s not a one-person job. And honestly? It’s one of the most rewarding things we’ve ever done.
(Not to mention a great relationship-building exercise—try working cows with your husband and his best friend… I’m almost never proud of the words that come out of my mouth.)

If you’ve made it this far, here’s a lasting note and a gentle reminder:

If there’s a young person or couple in your life wanting to step into agriculture—help them.
Show them the ropes.
Offer advice.
Be a friend.

If you’re in a relationship with someone who’s chosen to farm—whether they’re first-generation or fifth—lean in.
Take the time.
Embrace the hard and the good.
Let the experiences shape you.
Let them teach you.

This is a dying generation and agriculture is needed just as much as intentional relationships!