How did I end up as a farmer’s wife living in a town with a population of less than 150?
I guess I married a farmer. I just didn’t know that’s who he was when I married him. When we were dating and first married I remember being relieved when he’d say anything along the lines of not wanting to move back to his hometown or farm. I knew he liked playing with his antique tractor, but I envisioned us ending up on an acreage near Lincoln where he would have his little antique farming operation for a hobby. Doesn’t that sound like the perfect life?
Brad and I met our freshman year at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. He was completely different than I ever envisioned a farmer boy. He was still in great shape from being a track star at the end of his senior year. He had an earring, bleached hair, and owned more than just Wranglers. Looking at pictures showed me he had braces too. I don’t remember that.
He’s the “U” and the “I.”
The only thing that concerned me about him was that he didn’t have any Christian music CD’s, just a lot of Garth Brooks. What kind of a Christian has no Christian CD’s? My parents approved of him, so I quickly stopped worrying about his lack of Christian music knowledge.
We got married the summer after our Junior year in college. He got his first taste of an office job that first year and decided he couldn’t handle being stuck inside behind a desk. He got a little stir crazy in the city too, but I figured it would grow on him by the time I finished graduate school. He took his agriculture business degree and became an electrician. I graduated with my masters two years later and got a job as a speech-language pathologist at an elementary school.