The Month of March

I haven't felt the urge to blog in a very long time, which you can tell by looking at how long it's been since I've posted.  But yesterday the cows and I had a pickup of 10,102 pounds of milk! We haven't had that big of a pick up since May of 2014.  Dad and I had a goal of hitting 9000 pounds so this is a big deal.  And it made me want to take some time to reflect on the month of March.  It has always seemed to be a big month in my life.  Life changing things have always seemed to take place during this month.  My Dad hates the month of March because you never know what you're going to get.  We could have ice and snow or warm and 70 degrees.  And I've seen both in my lifetime. 

The first big thing that happened for me in March was 23 years ago today.  I lost my only child status as my younger sister, Aadrian, came into the world.  The next big thing I can think of would be in 2008.  My grandma McCollum passed away and it forever changed the face of our farm.  My grandfather passed away 6 years before her, but it was a joint will.  Nothing changed hands until she passed.  That was also the same year that I started dating my now husband.  And then two years ago we lost Sara and her father.  And one year ago the husband and I broke ground on our house. 

So you can see that this month lives up to all the reasons my Dad hates it.  I never know what I'm going to get.  I've had amazing things happen and I've had horrible things happen.  I have no idea why this seems to all happen during the month of March, but I am happy that this year it looks like getting back to 10000 pounds is what's happening.