Raw milk. I’ve been trying to get my hands on it for about ten years, and today I finally accomplished the mission. 😂
I enlisted the help of Dylan, Danielle’s son. He gave me the coordinates, and I came home with two jars of fresh raw milk. Mission: 100% success.
It just feels like it was meant to be. After today, I could probably do their PR. I’m possibly a little too excited about milk.
Maybe it’s finally finding something I’ve wanted for years. Maybe it’s the whole adventure. Maybe, after what I paid, I really want to love it. 😂 Whatever it is, I’m happy about my two jars of milk, and I’m letting myself enjoy that.
Thank you, God. 💛
There was a three-year-old there named Brody, and meeting her made me feel like God had Dani in mind, too, when He put this little farm adventure on my heart. She and her mom were so sweet. Good farm folk!
Man, I wish I had a farm! Who knows, maybe someday. A country girl can dream…
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