We began dating heavy, and my mother was not too keen of her daughter dating a son of a hog farmer, but once she learned the size of their hog production, and that his family was the most prominent in the area, she was okay. His father being on the board of directors at the bank did not hurt either.
Don took me to the prom and when he went out west to attend Ag school, I was left behind. When he returned 4 years later, we both were surprised neither had found anyone and began a serious relationship.
I was not ugly, but being a tall 5’9, skinny, and somewhat of a Tomboy type, I was wild when Don asked me to marry him. We were married in front of his parent’s big white farmhouse, and I was content to be a farmer’s wife.
A year later, I gave birth to our first son James, and two years later, Shawn came into the world. Not only was Don’s hog production the best in the state, but he landed board of director’s positions at the bank, stock yards and a real estate firm.
I was overjoyed, but at the same time, I felt useless, so I went back to college and got my teacher’s degree. I always knew Don was not much of a romantic, neither was I, but still needed more quality cuddle time, but Do never had time. Now allowing it to upset me, I went on with teaching, helping his father with the hogs after school and being a good mother.