I often laugh at the life I now live. If you had asked me 20, 10, or even 5 years ago if I would A) own a farm B) homeschool my kids or C) make my own yogurt from raw milk, I would have probably laughed at you and said something sarcastic like “yeah, a farm would be cool, but no way that’s going to happen.” Well, now I do all that, and more than I ever imagined. Today I’m talking on the phone to one of my childhood best friends (like since we were 2.5 years old in ballet class) while moving baby goats and listening to the rooster crow—it’s really quite comical!

Our journey to southwestern Tennessee started long before any boxes were packed and U-Haul trucks were loaded. Many “wouldn’t it be nice to…” conversations were had before we finally realized that we don’t have to ask permission to pursue our dreams.