I hardly know how to express my joy of these past couple of weeks. My heart has nearly burst with pride in our boys; they’ve worked so hard to realize their goals. It has overflowed with appreciation for the Hubs, who shouldered the burden of transitioning the family dairy to the third generation. Opening our new facility is a triumph for each in equal measure.
Above all, I thank God for his faithfulness through three hundred and eight days of disruption on the heels of the raging fire which destroyed a milking facility. I could never have imagined the tumult to follow as we were tested on every level imaginable. Time and again I wondered what would become of our dairy dreams.
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Thursday might just have been another summer morning except for an unusual pre-dawn sky. I stepped outside to retrieve my gloves and tipped my head to scan an expanse of wispy clouds backlit by the moon. They appeared like breaking waves on a dark sea. A half-halo of rainbow light embraced the moon. It was mesmerizing. Not just another day in paradise.
When we arrive at the barnyard early in the morning, I pull off and park to the side. The Hubs proceeds to a small open shed with calf feeding supplies. He leaves his truck running to illuminate our work. He confirms supplies before stepping into a skid steer waiting nearby.
His first job is to check cows on the verge of calving. A cow in labor sometimes needs assistance. By the time he returns to the shed, I’ve finished preparations. We load buckets of milk, bottles, nipples, pitchers and other supplies on the skid steer. I turn off his truck and walk behind the skid steer to the calf barn, not far away.
On this morning, as I stepped out of my car to exchange shoes for boots, a movement caught my eye. “Cows! There are cows out! Cows!” I yelled, frantic to catch his attention before he took off in the skid steer. He could barely hear me across the distance and over his truck engine.
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