Just like that, we had a baby and now she's two months old.
I'm not quite sure why time passes by so quickly when you are trying to embrace the most precious of moments, but it does. Our little Glick Seed has gone from a tiny baby resting in our arms, to a wiggle worm with so much personality already that I'm unsure how my husband is going to survive us both.
I expressed to my husband recently that I thought I was a good momma cow.
(Yes, this is how I think in terms of motherhood because of growing up on a farm.)
His reply started with, "No...." which I thought he would say something about not being a cow, but no, like any good farmer he went back to the farm reference.
He finished by saying, ".....honey, you are what we call a good first time heifer."
"Oh.......thanks honey, I really do take that as a compliment."
And I do, a good momma cow is well respected by her herd and the farmer.
I really have to give thanks to my husband for the nice compliment only a farmer's wife would understand and for his patience. I don't have to thank him for his help because he should be doing that anyway, I mean she is half his.
We respect each other enough to know we both have to chip in and make sacrifices for each other and her. And when I do thank him for something random, his response is always, "I'm happy to do it".
And I know he truly means it.
While I will be raising my little girl to love fancy things.....
.....he will be teaching her about the family business and helping her get her hands dirty.
And we both will teach her where she came from and where she can go.
And now that the corn is turning from it's bright summer green to the harvest brown, the little Glick Girl is changing from a tiny baby to a chubby, smiley baby with lots of personality and curiosity.
So as the time flies and the seasons change, we will continue to cherish and enjoy the precious moments with our little Miss Mae and those well respected cows.
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