Once upon a time, a farm boy and a farm girl went off to college. They checked calves together. She wiped off her boots before she got in his truck. They decided to get married.
Her friends came to the wedding.
So did his. They did this to his car.
They got married in a church called Little Prairie Christian. Then they celebrated in her dad's machine shed. She power-washed the floors, and they strung lights from the rafters.
They covered up the work bench with these quilts.
They ate beef.
And they ate cake.
They even ate John Deere cake.
And when it was all over, they went home, started farming and had three babies and one Border Collie.
And though thirteen years have flown by since that day - June 13, 1998 - and she never fathomed the joy he would bring her, she has no doubt she'd do it all over again.