I Want a Livestock Kind of Love

If you haven’t figured it out by now, one of us is married and the other is rocking the single life. 


That’s right, I’m rocking it. 

Know why? Because I know what I’m waiting for. I’m waiting for a livestock kind of love. 

I’m waiting for a man who looks at me like my dog does, eyes full of love and pure excitement that I am me. 


I’m waiting for a man who has the gentle strength to pull a calf and then the patience to wait for that calf to stumble to its feet and begin to suck. 

I’m waiting for a man who will race me on horseback, fueled by adrenaline and the power of a fast horse.


I’m waiting for a man who will work until he is exhausted and then work a little more, all because the job has to be done and he wants to do it well.

I’m waiting for a man who will fight for a cow’s life with all of his power but when the fight is lost, take off his hat and pray.

I’m waiting for a man who will stand beside me through droughts, floods, and fire, who, with our together strength, won’t buckle under lost crops and cows.

I’m waiting for a man who will teach our chidren the values that only come from owning livestock and raising crops, and turn around and teach them how to pee in the woods. 

I’m waiting for a man that will throw shit (literally, I mean manure) back when I throw it at him, who will hold me when I cry over the dead barn cat, and who will stack big bales back on the trailer after my bad driving knocked them off while gently reminding me about ‘the stump’.


I’m waiting for a man whose love and passion can’t be confined to one person, who has a passion and love for cows and crops, and who uses that love and passion to feed the world.

I want a livestock kind of love. And I’m going to wait for it.

I know it’s out there. I grew up within a livestock love, watching and learning from my parents. I watch Bethany’s marriage grow because of a livestock love. To those you out there that have your own livestock love, I couldn’t be happier for you! To those that are waiting, PATIENCE. We can wait for a love like that.


I’ve dated some who have come pretty close to a livestock kind of love. But I’m still waiting. One day, my boots will stumble over his and I’ll find my own livestock kind of love.

~Nicole

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