When it comes to fathers, I found the best.
I’ve told Tom the best part of being married is watching him be a dad. Or if I haven’t told him, I should.
The truth is, I give him a hard time; he’ll say all of the time, I say some of the time. Like this weekend, we were celebrating Father’s day with crabs (the best!), I ask Tom to get Tommy food. I was thinking a hot dog, watermelon, maybe coleslaw and a drink- on a plate, with a fork. Tom had his dad get Tommy a hot dog and that was it; no fruit, no vegetable, no plate, no fork. #dadlife.
Things like that baffle me. Or putting Tommy to bed without pajamas- like what? Or not putting him to bed at all and letting him stay up to watch tv. He’s two! I probably have a list but that’s okay. Apparently we aren’t the only ones who parent differently. Dads are special.
When it comes to fathers, they are kind of the best. And truthfully, maybe more fun than mothers. Maybe a lot more fun. Just saying.
When it comes to fathers I know the best: Tom, my own dad and Tom’s dad are some of the sweetest, laid back (in a good way) most fun people I know.
It must be a dad thing.
What are the funny things that your husband/dad does that you never would? I have a whole lot more but like I said, he is kind of the best.
Gosh I love ‘how I met my husband’ stories so here is mine.
I met Tom while showing sheep in 4H. The true truth is Tom and I met briefly in 4H while showing sheep. Our friendship grew five years later when I moved to Pennsylvania to be with another boyrfriend.
While I completely remember the moment I met Tom, Tom says he doesn’t remember it at all. whomp whomp.
It was 2005 at a sheep weigh-in and it was my first (and last) year showing sheep at our county fair. I was an odd ball to be sure. Most kids start 4H when they are eight, I started when I was sixteen.
But I’m glad I joined because that’s how I met my husband.
At that sheep weigh-in, Tom grabbed both my lambs by the halter and yanked them out of the bed of my truck. He was helping me because I had no idea what I was doing.
I will remember it always.
We talked for a minute and it only took a minute for him to invite me to his house near Gettysburg, to shoot guns. Random right? It was totally fate.
Tom stood out in 4H because he was he was tall and had red hair and was homeschooled. I ALWAYS had a thing red headed guys. He was also nineteen and still helping out the sheep program for 4H. Who does that? And most importantly, he loved Jesus and talked about it. He still does.
That is how we met.
And then one day he came to our FFA banquet and I had the strangest sense that I was so excited to see him, that I could talk to him forever. He started telling me about his civil war musket hobby and I told him my dad would love it. Who knew, now my dad is on his musket team. Fate you guys.
We both dated other people but he friended me on myspace (myspace!) and I remember thinking how much we had in common. After college, my boyfriend broke up with me right after I moved to Pennsylvania to be with him. I soon realized the only person I knew near me in Pennsylvania was Tom Taylor from 4H who lived near Gettysburg. I messaged him on facebook. First I checked to see if he was still single.
Thank goodness he wrote me back.
I asked him to meet me at a diner in Hanover because I wanted to see if he was as cute as I remembered. I remember how good he smelt, I remember not wanting to stop talking to him, that night or ever. And he is really cute isn’t he?
But, as stubborn girls do I insisted for months all we would was friends. He was that kid I knew from 4H. #friendzone
So we were just friends for months. The whole time I was denying having any feelings for him. One night we were laying on a hammock in my parents backyard (because that’s what ‘friends’ do) and I gave him a list of reasons I could never date him. The first being he was too nice. He asked me why that was bad and I am sure I stumbled through some reason but the truth was I was already in love with him.
And I was scared he wouldn’t love me back.
But he did.
In a warehouse at his job one day while I sat on a forklift watching him sweep the floor, Tom told me either I had to be his girlfriend or we had to stop hanging out. He had sent me a long text about the same thing the night before and I hadn’t answered him. He asked me to pray about it. Tom was the first person who ever asked me to pray for God’s will about something so specific. When I prayed God didn’t tell me to date Tom but He told me I would know who my husband would be by August. It was June. I figured I better get on it.
Three years later, Tom Taylor asked me to marry him. And what a long three years because I knew that August, he was the one I wanted to marry, just like God said I would.
Those years from us first meeting in 4H as kids to deciding to get married were some of the most impatient of my life. I was always over thinking, over analyzing, and over pushing myself into other relationships, giving my attention to people and things that weren’t meant for me. And rushing everything. Our relationship almost didn’t turn into marriage. I was too impatient and too critical of what we were and where we were going. Did he really love me? He seemed perfect but was he really? My impatience and lack of trust in God really hurt us for a time. But by God’s grace and Tom’s patience that I got over myself to see what was in front of me- my husband.
It’s worth noting that 2005, was not only the year I met Tom, it was the same year I gave my heart to Jesus. And that’s not a coincidence. Neither is how I we met or the fact that I spent years thinking of him only as a friend. It is all evidence of God’s perfect plan and sense of humor. Now our friendship and our marriage is more beautiful than I could ever imagine.
That’s how I met my husband.
I love hearing all the ‘How I met my husband’ stories so tell me yours in the comments or on facebook.
Me: wait, sharks have live young?
Me: but they aren’t mammals
Me: but they have live young?
Tom: think about what being a mammal means
Me: right so…are they mammals?
Tom: seriously? You majored in dairy science and you don’t know if a shark is a mammal?
Me: dairy science, not shark science
You guys it is totally blowing my mind that sharks have live young so I’m telling everyone I know. Did you know that sharks have live young? Thank goodness for shark week I had no idea.
Me: I have a business idea.
Tom: Raising hogs?
Me: It came to me in a dream.
Me: Pancakes to-go.
Tom: What happened to raising hogs?
Picture this- I’ll rent out one of those amish shed things like Crabby Scott hasTom:
Crabby scott has a trailer.Me
: Even better I’ll rent a trailer and make pancakes- TO GO . Do you get it?Tom:
Like different flavored pancakes, fold them over and serve them out a drive-thru window. Put the syrup in the middle.Tom:
Like a food business?Me:
Yeah like, pancakes to-go. I’d eat one right now.
[10 minute pause]Me:
The pancake place, I’d name it Flip Jacks.Tom:
Do you even know how to make pancakes?Me:
Everyone knows how to make pancakes.Tom:
Yeah, but do you?
Leave it to my husband, to crush my dreams. Just kidding! He keeps me honest. Because really- a food business- that’s a ton of work and I DO know how to make pancakes but mostly from a box….
I’d say don’t steal my business plan but please do because I would SO eat there.
Happy July 7th! How was your fourth of July? Ours was spectacular and relaxing at the same time, which was quite perfect. Do you love the fourth of July so much?
I do and this year, I got my husband for the whole weekend and loved it that much more. Don’t ask what he is normally doing fourth of July weekend but it has to do with a reenactment and a famous civil war battle.
Anyhow, we spent the Friday before the fourth RELAXING at a lake. I read more than ten pages of a real live book! Turns out it this book I’ve been meaning to read for two whole years isn’t that good (it’s about Rabies but more about mythological history than science). But gosh it was nice to read.
And sit in the sun by a lake. I would have been fishing but don’t tell anyone- I still haven’t switched my driver’s license to be a Pennsylvania resident. Yikes. Tom rented a boat and spent the day on the lake catching nothing but having a blast.
Then the best part of fourth of July- all you can eat grilled meat. Tom’s family came to the lake too and we had more hotdogs there than we could shake a stick at.
Followed up by ice cream, because America, that’s why.
The next day was the big day, the actual fourth of July. Somehow I went the whole week thinking the fourth landed on a Friday. Friday night, after hot dogs, the lake and ice cream we went on a double date to our hometown minor league baseball team. Fun fun and festive. The baseball game even had fireworks.
Saturday, the big day we relaxed even more and went over to a friend’s cookout, where we walked to a city park to watch more fireworks up close. Gosh I love America. Freedom, family, fun, a whole Friday fishing, frankfurters, fireworks, friends, food and always foremost, our faith- shaped up for frankly, a fun filled festive fourth.
Do you have any fun fourth of July traditions?
Please share but only if they start with F, we’re on a role over here. HAPPY AMERICA!
My wonderful husband made this hoop house for our broiler chickens over Easter weekend. The broiler chicks he wanted me to buy next year but I went ahead and bought this year. Without a place to put them.
The official plans can be found at “Making a Hoop Pen For Pasture Poultry” courtesy of the University of Kentucky. Of all the broiler house plans I’ve looked at (a bunch) this one is the best for price, portability, size and materials. This broiler hut can house about 50 broilers to market weight, cost us $90 to make and took less than 2 hours to pull together. Those University of Kentucky extension agents are smart people.
So is my husband, who hardly ever needs plans.
Step 1: Make the frame
The frame was easy enough, the only thing I would change is that we used 2x6s because we already had some. The plans call for 2x4s. I’m convinced the 2x6s make the whole thing just heavy enough that I can’t move it alone. It could by my imagination but yeah, pretend those are 2x4s in the picture.
Step 2: Attach the panels
We bent the panels across the frame and nailed them in place with fence staples. The panels rest on wood cleats to make them stay in place, I wouldn’t have thought of that, Tom would have though.
Step 3: Make the door frame
Tom made the door frame from two 2x6s (use 2x4s!)
Step 4: Add chicken wire
We wrapped the panels with chicken wire to keep the chicks in. And attached it with zip ties, like professionals.
Step 5: Make a door
The door is just a cut livestock panel and hinged with long fence staples. My husband is a genius for thinking of that. The plans call for an actual door with door hinges- this door is way lighter.
Step 6: Add a tarp
The last step was to add a tarp (12×16′) to act as a windbreak and keep out the rain. We tied it on with cord and we had a complete broiler hut.
Step 7: Put in the broilers