Dear Farm Journal,
This Sunday, I walk the farmstead with a reborn sense of home and family. Over the course of this winter and spring, I’ve reconnected with the innermost places of my being, and I know I’ve come to a distinguishing point in my life’s timeline. Rufus and I are getting married Monday morning and we’re both glowing with an infectious lovey dovey aura. Our affection and giddy giggles are at a fever pitch as the time approaches, and we try out the new terms “husband” and “wife” on for size. We’ve been throwing the idea around for awhile, and as the old cliche goes, when you know, you know. We’ll officially be family tomorrow morning, and I feel right at home.

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