My Farmer

To Us!

In less than 2 weeks Allen and I will celebrate our 7th anniversary. And, seriously, what I busy seven years we've had. Quick recap.... we bought a house that needed MAJOR repairs and required we live in the driveway in an RV from months. Literally. While Allen worked on renovating the house, I graduated from Francis Marion University and became a short term (gag) substitute teacher. Fast forward two years and a much better job and, of course, pregnant with Emma, we bought the farm situated literally a couple miles from our house. In an area called Friendship. That was a big seller for Allen. One baby led to two more. Allen became a stay at home dad/farmer about 2 years ago. And here we are. I'm blessed to have been through all this with Allen. Of course without him, I cannot say there was a high probability of me ending up a farmer's wife. I think my parents are only now, five years post-farm-purchase, getting over the shock of me as farmer. So here's to my husband, the Man with the Homesteading Plan. I love you.

I think this is my third attempt to start a new post. But I get stuck. Title? Nope. Topic to write about? Nothing. I doubt you want to hear about my job (hectic) or the weather (dreary), so here is quite simply my attempt not to wait too long to between posts. Tah-dah.

Charleston

So I have approximately 300 pictures from the beach, but that would just take much too long to upload. Instead, here's a quick glimpse into our last day - the only day we actually made it to the beach. The rest of our weekend there was a bit too chilly for beach-going.

Emma is definitely a beach girl. She went straight to the water and was soaked head to toe in no time. She loved every second of it.

Mary Claire was a bit hesitant of the water, but definitely came around.

Olivia is my no-fear girl. She wanted to simply walk straight into the waves, preferably on her own.

Her daddy did a great job of keeping her upright. Me.... not so much. But I did get the picture of her falling face-forward into the water. That's what all good mothers would have done, right?