A couple of weeks ago, I headed on a whirlwhind roadtrip to Kansas with my parents and my little brother. DJ has just accepted an engineering position way down there, so we went south to check things out.
It has been quite a while since I have been able to spend that much time with those three =) Our lives have all been busy and we have not taken the time or made the time to be with one another. I have missed them, terribly.
So, even though a ten hour car ride doesn't sound that appealing on the surface, knowing that I could spend it with all of them, I begged to come along.
Practically the entire journey, we listened to country music on the radio. Now, I'm not a huge fan of country. It just is not my first, or second, or third choice, when it comes to radio stations. But I'll listen to it, and I did. I even sang along on a few songs that I remembered (and others I got to know well).
One of those songs that kept playing on the radio was called "Farmer's Daughter."
I was reminded of that again this past weekend.
I heard stories of him growing up. We talked about our work. We discussed hopes and dreams.
My dad works his butt off each and every day. He gives his all at work and then comes home with little sleep and does it again in the fields. While sometimes I'm frustrated with him for doing too much, and working too hard, and not taking care of himself... I'm proud to be a farmer's daughter.