I’m sure that when I first told my hubby the idea I had for the barn, the neighbors up the canyon heard his laugh…then his resounding, “NO!” I hate to say it, but he just didn’t know what he was getting himself into. Poor guy. Those are fightin’ words!
Honestly, he doesn’t say that word to me very often. I don’t know if it’s because he’s a loving husband and tries his best to give me everything I ever wanted and more, or if he just knows my dad speaks the truth when he calls me a determined little &%%*.
Either way, he continued to listen. He even looked at the plans. Well, this first one, anyway.

After that, he just let me talk and pretended to listen.

Imagine my surprise this summer when he showed up at an event I was coordinating and said he’d spent the day in the barn ripping out old milkers! I was shocked! I was floored! I was in love all over again.
For the next four days we spend nights in the barn working on it together. The feeding system, the milkers, the electrical, the water, the air, the pipes… it all had to be removed.