So on the one hand, I feel very spoiled. Not only do I have a husband who loves me, but he actually tolerates my love of milk cows and my huge garden and the chickens and the projects overflowing the kitchen. I get to mosey down to the barn after having coffee with him, milk what I want from my cow, and then have breakfast with her and her babies.

I do feel spoiled. But then there are the days when I am reminded of how much hard work it is. Wonderful work. Oftentimes enjoyable work. Sometimes miserable work. Work I wouldn’t trade. Hard work. It isn’t all sweet, slow mornings and a pint of warm milk.

So when there are mornings that I can leisurely have breakfast in the barn with my cows and my cats, I will, and I will savor them, because not every day is like this.