The Farm Wife Sagas

If there’s one thing about my life—it’s that no two days are ever the same. Truth be told, I never really know what I’m going to get into, and honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Between the farm in Liberty, our house in Ruffin, marketing and designing for not one, not two, but three businesses (yes, I somehow thought that was a good idea), teaching dance, sitting with my favorite senior citizen once a week, and, of course, being a wife and mama—I stay on the go!

Take today, for example:

The morning started with pancakes for VJ and a mad dash out the door to spend time with our bonus grandma (aka the sweet older lady I sit with weekly). We spent the morning chatting and laughing before heading to town for lunch and some fresh air. We capped it off with a puzzle before I had to head out.

Next stop: dance class! VJ and I were off to her first class of the day. After that, we had about 45 minutes before the next class I teach (that she’s also in), so we dashed home to start feeding animals.

Of course, nothing ever goes quite as planned—today, I had a goat who wasn’t acting right and was super anemic. So there I was, giving sub-q fluids, deworming, and running through my anemic goat protocol… all while VJ decided it was the perfect time for an impromptu swim! That meant a quick rinse, costume change #2, and rushing back to the dance studio.

We wrapped up class, grabbed dinner at home, and then it was out to help my husband with fencing, followed by a walk with our Aussie pup. Finally—finally—I was in bed by 10:30 p.m.

What a day! But honestly? I wouldn’t trade this crazy, beautiful life for anything in the world.

It’s days like today that make me extra grateful for the little vacation we just had. It’s days like today that have me questioning if the struggle—lost leased land, tight budgets, and long hours—is really worth it.

And then I look around at the life we’ve built.

Not at the things we have. Not at the number of livestock in the pasture or the equipment in the barn. But at this life—the partnership, the values, the memories we’re stacking up like firewood.

One day, we’ll sit around telling our grandkids these stories—stories of crazy days just like today—and they’ll be worth every single second.

Truth be told, we could sell it all—land, livestock, equipment—and live quite comfortably. But we wouldn’t know what to do with ourselves. We wouldn’t be happy. And we wouldn’t have the stories, the lessons, or the values that have shaped us.

And that? That’s priceless.