Thursday, May 16, 2013
It's been quite the month. My in-laws sold their farm, they've been here most of their married life, 54+ years. They have-----had--- the place across the road from ours. The emotions of them downsizing and moving to a smaller place surprised me. I thought I'd be the "strong one" for this change, but have spent quite a bit of time crying. It's hard to think of them growing older and having to make this move.
Because they lived so close to us and we farmed together for years, we have so many happy memories.
Riding the tractor with my then boyfriend while he plowed. Teaching our son to hit a baseball on their side lawn, our daughter pushing her doll stroller all over the farm, running along side of both of them holding onto the seat of a bicycle, my husband proposing to me down by the lake.
When my husband was in high school, they built a dam in the seep and made a small lake there. There is an old Cottonwood tree leaning on its side that I was sitting on when he bent the knee and asked me to marry him.
The second year we were married, we spent hours and hours picking rocks out of the fields and hauling them to this spot to make a picnic area with stone benches and a fireplace. We took the camera down there Sunday evening at sunset to snap a few photos and shed a few tears. It was so hard thinking we'd not see that spot again.
I know that change is a part of life, but this was a tough one.