If you missed it, here's parts I and II.
Ahhhhhh, the country. The magic that word evokes, the massive shift of opinions and points of view.
This is Mr. Loggerhead. He is from the country.
I, on the other hand, am not.
He gets up early and goes to bed early. I am the opposite.
He reads Louis L'amour. I love Jane Austin.
He is set on coffee, straight up. I dabble in drink choices, trying everything but boredom.
He's a Johnny Cash man. I tap my feet to big band sounds and hum blithely to classic orchestral music.
He is wonderfully uncomplicated and I over analyze everything. And I do mean everything.
How will we survive? All these differences. How do we manage?
It helps that I love all those things about him.
Even the things I don't understand.
It helps that he interrupts my babblings about the intricate nuances of taffeta to tell me he thinks I'm beautiful.
It helps we've both learned a lot about patience.
I get up a little earlier and he goes to bed a little later. We both get a little less sleep but it's totally worth it to be together.
It helps a lot that we both think things are just better when the other one is there.
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Anyway, maybe with all our opposites we just cancel each other out.
Maybe we're like oil and vinegar, we don’t mix but when added to a head of lettuce we make a great salad.
It's simple really, we're just better together.
Actually, it's not simple at all.
Marriage is really hard work but I think you understand my meaning.
Besides, sometimes our differences are funny. Like when our wedding theme was 'Martha Stewart Meets John Deere'
And sometimes they are helpful. For instance, I plan, shop for, and plant the garden. He weeds, waters and watches to keep it alive until the harvest. That's co-operation at it's best.
When we got married our biggest difference was his dream of ranching.
I'm clueless when it comes to cattle. He spent the last eight years telling me about this dream and I had about a million reasons why I thought I didn't want it, why it wouldn't work and why we shouldn't do it.
Then I watched my little boy almost get hit by a car and one day I thought I'd lost him when he decided to follow a little neighbor boy home.
I see what it's like for my son in the city and it's made me see what it must be like for his daddy - a country soul stuck in the rat race.
I see how happy my Latham is when we spend time at either grandparents' places. He needs that wide open space. I see the time when this dream might even be possible speeding by.
So I came to this conclusion, I might not know how to be a rancher's wife but I know how to be Mr. Loggerhead's one-and-only and I'll happily follow where he leads.
The view is well worth it.
A Ranching We May Go in NE
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