If you haven’t figured it out by now, one of us is married and the other is rocking the single life.
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 will race me on horseback, fueled by adrenaline and the power of a fast horse.
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 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.