Hi. My name is Jessica, and I’m a dairy farmer’s wife.
I did not grow up in the country. Though in the name of full confession, I didn’t grow up in a city either. I was born and raised in Holland, a lovely suburban community on the shores of Lake Michigan. I have always preferred skyscrapers and concrete to wide open spaces and dirt roads. My life’s dream was to move to Chicago, eat all the sushi, and work for a newspaper.
But this all changed when I found the Dairy Man. We met in college and he waited until I fell in love with him to tell me he was definitely going to be a farmer.
We’ve come so far since the day we said “I do” eight years ago. We settled into an old farmhouse in the middle of rural Michigan (and painted an obscene amount of wood paneling). We grew our family to include one border collie, three kids, and hundreds of cows. I’ve been grown and stretched and humbled. This life isn’t what I would have picked or predicted, but it’s exactly where I’m supposed to be.
So come along. But mind your step. Yes, that is a cow pie.