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Hi! I’m Stacy. I’m a wife, mom and writer. I unexpectedly found myself married to a farmer and we live in Central Montana on our farm and ranch. We have two children: Rhett and Allie, who simultaneously keep us laughing and on our toes. I write about motherhood, marriage and farming and how faith keeps it all together.

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Despite the rain, we had so much fun at the Ned LeDoux concert last night. Us ladies braved the rain as the storm passed over, while everyone else took cover. After the storm passed, it turned into a pretty nice summer night. (The last photo was supposed to be with Ned, but I apparently cut him out.) #wyomingproud #summernights #countrylife #concert

This is one of my favorite times of the year. The fields are green, the long evenings of light, and the rush of harvest has yet to come. #montanamoment #summer #wheat #farmwife #farmingfamily #goldenhour #graingrower #bigskymontana #bigskycountry

A letter came in the mail last week for Rhett, a note from his new ’early kindergarten’ teacher. While he has already completed one year of preschool, this feels more significant. He will go to this school until he graduates; many years from now, some of the kids in this class will walk across the stage with him and receive their high school diplomas together. ⠀ ⠀ As I opened the letter, the last five summers flashed before my eyes.⠀ ⠀ My belly bulging, the days punctuated with Braxton Hicks and the excitement of our first child. ⠀ ⠀ The next summer he was learning how to crawl and wanted to put everything in his mouth.⠀ ⠀ The following summer, my belly was swollen with his little sister. On hot afternoons we would curl up on the couch, his head resting on my baby bump—trying to stay as close to me as possible. ⠀ ⠀ The summer he was almost 3, it felt like we had finally found our footing as a family of four.⠀ ⠀ Last summer he rode his balance bike non-stop and wanted to spend every waking minute working with his dad in the field.⠀ ⠀ What will I remember about this summer, the summer before he’s 5?⠀ ⠀ I can slowly feel the days slipping through my fingers, the days when our lives are just our own. No school schedules, no sports, no homework. His closest friends are his sister and cousins, his dad is his best friend. ⠀ ⠀ While it’s only June, I know the weeks will fly by, as summers always do. I realize this isn’t the end, it’s really another beginning. But I want to soak up the moments of this summer that feels like a last: swimming with the cousins, fishing with his dad, and late nights roasting marshmallows. My days full of random hugs and “I love you, Mom.” ⠀ ⠀ This is the last summer where the hot days of play aren’t seen as a break from school. ⠀ ⠀ It’s the only life he’s known.

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