On February 4, 1972 Eddie and I eloped to Sparta, North Carolina. This morning the love of my life presented me with the following that he handmade and I love it.
He took two single-trees and made a frame for a frame and put in his favorite picture of us together.
Close up view of the art! I just so tickled with it and he has learned that handmade gifts are preferred for this girl!
Isn’t it beautiful and the parts came from this farm and are probably over 100 years old because he said that uncle Holl never had horses while he was growing up and helped his uncle on the farm.
For our 45th we’re planning to go back to Sparta for a visit if the weather is good. In 1972 it was snowing and cold and the roads were covered with ice. We were young and spirited then and a little more level-headed after 44 years. 😉
This past weekend was special time for hubby and me. We had the house and farm to ourselves for two nights and one day. You see, almost five years ago my Mom passed away and my youngest brother, Dean, came to live with us full time. Our family of two became three and no more privacy.
This “special t ime to us is very important. Our kids left home at the same time and we had a little over six years by ourselves. Ten years ago we moved to hubby’s uncle’s farm to take care of him because he had Alzheimers and his caregiver passed away suddenly. Hubby was his only living heir that could move in and take care of him and the farm. While he was doing this, he was also taking care of our small farm and his mother’s 200+ acre farm. I was working full time to provide us with some extra cash and medical insurance. We spent another five years with his uncle until he passed away.
Then we had about two years by ourselves again and cherished every moment of the time. My Mom passed on and we took in my youngest brother who is mentally handicapped. Our family of two turned into three. This is why those “special” weekends alone mean so much to us. We don’t do anything any differently but just knowing that we can run around in our shorts(hubby) and nightie (me) gives us such a feeling of freedom. Being able to sit and talk and not having someone in the next room listen to every word. Until you have been through this it’s hard to grasp the feelings that I’m trying to put in words.
I guess the real reason behind my post is this:
Make every moment in your married life count, cherish each other, do things together!!! Treat every moment as if it may be your last because there could always come a time when that shared time together won’t be there anymore or things could happen to change that couple into a “group” again.
It’s been a good while since Hubby and I spent the day together in the woods. The weather was nice enough (40* and sunny) for me to get out with my fingers crossed that the bronchial problems wouldn’t re-surface. It was the last day of deer hunting season and hubby had killed two does and one buck with his muzzleloader in the last three days to complete his big game tag. The front porch firewood supply was getting low (even though the wood house was fuller than it had been for three years) and it had been a long time since we had cut firewood together.
Porch wood stack getting low.
After breakfast was over, I washed up the dishes, fed the chickens and turned them out, and started the laundry while hubby fed the cattle. Then we headed for the flatwoods with the chainsaw, gloves and a smile on my face. We saw several deer run as we entered the woods and a squirrel took for the tree tops.
Within a hundred feet we found three dead locust and and a downed oak so we stopped the truck and I waited for hubby to bring them down and within a hour the truck was packed with wonderful fuel for the woodstoves. We headed back to the house with the pickup full.
Truck full and some has to be split.
Notice the handmade wheelbarrow that hubby made last spring. That thing is the best tool we own as far as I’m concerned. It’s balanced just right and I can go anywhere with it. Hubby decided to use the splitting maul to quarter the larger pieces and while he did that I unloaded the smaller sticks to the wheelbarrow and he pushed it to the porch for me and I unloaded it. It was good quality time together and even though it’s calling for temps to be in the 40’s this coming week, we’ll still have to have a fire day and night. We’re saving the wood in the woodhouse for hardtimes (snow to deep to get to the woods) and we’ve talked about doing this for the next few Saturdays together, weather permitting, and fill up the entire three sides of the front porch. We like to do this because it blocks the winds from the front door and we will have those nasty winds. Here’s the finished work about thirty minutes later.
One load fills up a pretty big gap!
From this point I returned indoors to work on laundry and other chores while hubby skinned and quarted the venison. We had a very productive day.