Today, Chris and I are celebrating 22 years of wedded bliss!
Let's break that sentence down.
Today: we probably aren't together. He is most likely caring for the hogs and crops at home while I am at the Johnson County Fair caring for kids and cattle, packing up the stalls.
Celebrating: Chris will be celebrating that we are actually selling cattle at the livestock auction tonight, I however, will be consoling kids and myself who have spent countless hours with these calves.
Wedded Bliss: Well we just won't go there, the good times and smiles far outweigh the rough times and tears.
Chris picked my engagement ring all by himself, it was a total surprise. He hauled a load of hogs to Mariah in Columbus, drove his truck and trailer to the mall, walked in wearing his workbooks and the fragrance of hog manure and picked the most perfect ring ever.
Related: What Is A Farmer's Wife?
Once engaged, picking the wedding date was next. I was told to pick a date, any date I wanted as long as it wasn't during planting, spraying, harvesting, farrowing, weaning, breeding. July 18 was the Saturday that was left!
My top 5 lessons as a farm wife:
1. If I could do it over I would write my own wedding vows:
"…to have and to hold through high prices and low; manure on the kitchen floor; baby calves and piglets in the house; corn and soybeans in the washer and dryer …"
2. The honeymoon/newlywed phase doesn't last long. I knew we were no longer newlyweds when I showed up at the field one day to ride with him and he looked at me and said, "Since you have some free time, go home and get the Deere 4640 and disc Chic's 20 for me."
3. When married to a livestock farmer you have to learn their only reference for females will generally involve sows and cows. When pregnant, phrases such as "milk bag" and "springing" are involved in questions asked referring to your "condition." His solution is to eat more Oreos.
4. Being a farmer's daughter is a lot easier than being a farmer's wife – fending off three "starving" kids with one foot while cooking supper all in the name of eating as a family at 9 p.m. is harder than being the "starving" child.
5. Self-employed health insurance is a curse and a blessing. The curse comes when your second child is born at 4:30 a.m. and less than 10 hours later your husband has talked the doctors into releasing you and your newborn to save the cost of an extra night in the hospital. The blessings are that I have the toughest, almost never sick kids. They never ask to go to the doctor and believe Wound-Kote can heal anything.
Happy Anniversary Chris! I would do every bit of it all over again! Well, except for maybe raising hogs in 1996, but we made it through that so there probably isn't much we can't handle.
The opinions of Jennifer Campbell are not necessarily those of Indiana Prairie Farmer or the Penton Farm Progress Group.