He Looks Like a Farmer…

Well Christmas has since come and gone… And I must admit, I have a little bit of post-Christmas depression. I love the Holiday season. It’s so cheerful and full of joy. I love the glow our Christmas tree gives to our living room. I love everyone being in the giving spirit… It leaves me feeling all warm and fuzzy. This year I celebrated Christmas differently than ever before, but nonetheless I still loved every minute of it. With the end of the year coming, it’s time for me to sit down and start reflect on all that has happened this year. It has been a whirlwind  year. So much change is such short of time. Last year when I wrote my End of the Year post, I would have never imaged my life the way it is now…

I remember the first time I ever told my mom about the fact I was talking with a farmer from North Dakota. December 18th (Thanks Instagram). It was a Sunday afternoon. We were doing our usual girl thing and getting pedicures.. I had recently ended my long term relationship and was rather new into the world of single. I had several key people in my life who had eased the pain of the break, the changes, and letting go. Ironically, my farmer was one of those people. We had recently started talking and I was surprised to find out, he had just gone through the same thing I did. We shared a lot of the same reasoning for ending our relationships, so it made it easy for us to talk about those things together. And when I was feeling vulnerable and weak, he was always there. It isn’t an easy thing to show you are in fact vulnerable. It isn’t an easy thing to admit you need some support when you are at your emotional weakest, especially to a man whom you’ve never even met. Usually that would scare most men away.. heaven forbid I show my emotions and discuss things like feelings! But although I’d never met this man, something about him…. made me tell all, share all, and not be afraid to show him my true emotions.

Anyway, at that point my farmer and I were texting each other on a regular basis along with some phone calls when we both had time. I’m not exactly sure how he came up in the conversation between Mom and I… I’m sure I was probably smiling eat to ear and she wanted to know who I was talking to… And I can’t really remember how I summed him up to my mom but I am sure it was something along the lines of… “he’s funny and makes me laugh, he’s kind and always maintains a positive attitude”. We talked a little bit about what he does, how old he is, where he’s from, about his family… Basically the essentials I knew about him. Then my mom asked me, “well what does he look like..?” And I showed her this photo…

387472_10150464334669222_1919068196_nAlmost immediately she said… “he looks like a farmer!” Followed by.. “he’s got kind eyes”… It made me giggle because afterall, how can someone LOOK like a farmer…? And what does a farmer look like anyways…? I guess in my mom’s mind he is what a farmer looks like.. Although we had only been talking for about two weeks at that point. I should have known then. I should have realized what was happening. I guess I was too pre-occupied in the past to be looking towards the future. There was something about this farmer from North Dakota that struck me so deeply, I decided to bring him up to my mom long before he had planned his trip out to California to meet me for the first time.

At this point, I would have never imaged that I’d fall head over heels in love with this man. Or that I’d move halfway across the country for him. But life has a funny way of working sometimes. Even though I said I’d never move away from California, even though I told him I wasn’t looking for a relationship… It eventually happened. And without any forcing, it just naturally happened. It wasn’t even two months after this Sunday afternoon with Mom that we first uttered three little words to each other beginning with “I” and ending in “you”. And it wasn’t even three months after this Sunday afternoon with Mom that I had decided to move to North Dakota.

Even after nearly a year, it’s still amazing to me that such a miracle can happen. Two strangers living worlds apart can be brought together, meet, fall in love, and start a life together. And now there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t thank God for the blessings he’s brought into my life and the fact that He gave me the courage to take the leap. Because I am now making a life with that guy who looks like a farmer 🙂 He’s my everything, my best friend, and my perfect complement.

I don’t believe that it was just a rare thing that my farmer and I were brought together. I believe my heart was in the right place at the right time. I wasn’t concerned with finding another relationship. I was concerned with bettering myself, being confident, and just living my life.. They say you find love once you stop looking for it and that I believe with my whole heart. So don’t be afraid to take the leap and love with your whole heart because you never really know who’s going to be there to catch you.

toes“Why do we have to listen to our hearts..? Because wherever your heart is, that is where you’ll find your treasure” -The Alchemist 

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5 responses to “He Looks Like a Farmer…

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  2. Jenny, I really like this particular blog!! So cool how God brings people together if we totally let Him and are in His will. I was struck with how like-thinking he (your farmer) is with all of the other ‘good-ole boys’ that live here in Chico!! lol Kathy Betty _____

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