I don’t want to ever forget.
I don’t want to ever forget each and every tear.
I don’t want to forget the tears of frustration from Nathan and I. The tears of over tired little people in the barn. Each tear from in the barn matters.
I don’t ever want to forget.
I don’t want to ever forget this stage of being a dairymom. This stage of constantly having one eye on a cow and one on your toddler. To soon this stage will be gone. To soon this stage will slowly but to quickly turn into an independent child riding her bike through the barn just like her brother.
I don’t want to ever forget this stage as Everett runs into the barn to tell me his bike is stuck in the mud.
I don’t ever want to forget.
I don’t want to ever forget this part of farming. Children running through the barn and underfoot. I don’t want to ever forget. I will pause, soak it all in because I know it is going to go too fast.
I never want to forget.
Raising a Farmer 
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