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Soulmates?? Smile.....I t h i n k there may be!!



Country ways to know you are married to your "soulmate"

You have this complete contentment deep in your soul as you walk side by side, hands held together, a hoe held in the other. You are walking slowly out of the bean field as the sun sets in the west. You just know he's yours as long as you have breath.

Your at a farm auction. There are farmers standing everywhere. All of a sudden you need to use the little "out house". You walk back to where all those men are standing listening to the auctioneer. You see blue jeans, cowboy boots, dirty shirts, and caps....so many caps. Then all of a sudden you see him, up there in the middle. You only see his back, but you know. You know because that's HIS head, that's HIS strong back, that's HIS dirty cap!! You make your way to his side.

A thousand pickups can go past your farm house. A thousand tractors can drive down the gravel road. A thousand cars can come past your farm house on their way home. BUT you can always tell when it is his old gray pickup, or his JD tractor, or its him coming home from getting that "part". You can always tell even before you see him. You can tell because your heart has missed him. Your heart just knows the certain sound of his pickup....his tractor....his four wheeler.

You set side by side at the sale barn. Your steers are somewhere back in one of those pens. You set there, kicking your foot, clearing your throat, nervous and wondering if the buyers will like his steers. You look around to see how many buyers are setting up there. You wonder because your heart will hurt for his if he is disappointed.

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