I generally talk about cupcakes, wine, honey, and Audrey-Jane on Instagram, Facebook, and now the blog. If my
husband makes the cut, it is because he is baking cupcakes, bottling wine, taking honey from the bees, or posing with Audrey-Jane, and I kinda didn’t give him a choice but just forced him into having his picture taken. However, he is an important part of not just The Tipsy Bee but also our farm. So, I decided to put the spotlight on him, though he agreed only after I promised to bake him a dozen white velvet cupcakes and an apple pie!
If you are around my husband, dad, or father-in-law for more than 2 minutes, you will talk about cows in some form or fashion. It may be that a new calf was born, a new bull was just put in the pasture, or that hay is ready to bale and the cows will need plenty to get through winter. In fact, when Audrey-Jane hears the word cow, she automatically says, “Moo!” Last week, the talk was on the feeder calves that my husband recently purchased.
Our farm is a working farm and thus designed to make money to support our family. My husband thought that since he has an abundance of hay this winter
, he would purchase and feed out feeder calves. For most people, working a new group of calves, meaning deworming and vaccinating them, would be work. Nothing more. Nothing less. For the men in
it is a little piece of heaven. It makes their blood pump a little faster through their veins. It is a rush of adrenaline. It is what makes their heart go pitter patter.
And as crazy as it may seem, cows are one of the things that my husband and I bonded over when we first met. We both grew up helping our dads on the farm. We both grew up loving the smells and sounds of farm life. And this love of cows and farming is one of the many things that we hope to pass on to Audrey-Jane and Baby Mills.