When I first started talking to my now-hubby, I was skeptical for a couple reasons.
First, I had never thought that I would meet my spouse online. Sure, it was fun meeting new people (the few who weren't creeps that is), but as for the Internet being the way I would meet that special someone I had my doubts.
Probably the biggest concern I had was that he was a city boy. Now don't get me wrong, I have nothing against city people; I just knew that growing up on a farm is a completely different environment.
I shouldn't have been worried though.
God was working.
There is a saying floating around the web that goes something like this: "I wasn't born in a barn, but I got here as fast as I could."
That's my man.
A few months after we started dating, he left everything behind, moved 902 miles away, and started a new job so we could get to know each other better.
That was God working.
While we were learning about each other, he was learning about the farm and where I come from. He learned to run an excavator and drive tractors. He became a calf feeder and diesel mechanic.
He asked me to marry him and we promised to love always on my family's farm, surrounded by our friends, family, and the cows.
We stayed living nearby the farm, working at our respective jobs and spending quality time together every chance we got.
He asked me to marry him and we promised to love always on my family's farm, surrounded by our friends, family, and the cows.
We stayed living nearby the farm, working at our respective jobs and spending quality time together every chance we got.
God was still working.
One day we were handed a decision. It was one that we had looked at before. It was familiar and yet it wasn't easy. This decision meant that some things would stay the same while other things that we had been dreaming about would go away. This decision was for life, for good. This decision meant that some would call us "stuck."
But God said, "This is Me, I'm working."
So we talked and prayed, and prayed and talked until...
We chose.
We said, "Yes" to God.
We walked through the open door.
We chose Vermont.
We chose to stay on the farm that my great-grandfather moved his family to in 1928.
We chose to raise our family here someday.
We chose that no matter what, we were going to keep the Briggs Farm legacy alive.
And through it all, God was working; He is always working.
