Farmer vs. Pastor
When I was growing up I always pictured myself marrying either a farmer or a pastor. I always wanted to be, or marry, a veterinarian, but for whatever reason I could really only picture myself marrying a farmer or a pastor. I have no idea why I was so drawn to two incredibly different, but incredibly difficult roles, but I was. Growing up in small town Indiana I kind of figured I might end up with a farmer husband, and I really liked that idea. I know that I glamorized this idea in my head, but I pictured myself working out in our big garden pulling weeds, watering, and picking fresh veggies, gathering fresh eggs from our chickens, feeding our cattle and goats, and occasionally playing with a new kitten or puppy. The idea of that labor-intensive role as the wife of a farmer was somehow intriguing and inviting to me. I loved the idea of dirt under my nails, hanging my clothes outside to dry in the sun and breeze, and living in an old farmhouse with a big dining room (that is by far the...