We are still new to the area, so graduation parties end up being a lot of “This is Chris and Sarah. They have that farm up the road.” “No, not that one. You know, the one with the blue barns/old house/calves on the front lawn/crazy Border Colie.” We have met some really cool people this graduation party season, including a woman who has always wanted to live in our house and a man who remembers when electricity came to our road.
Last night we met the woman who gave me a ride to the end of our road at midnight last October. I was 7.5 months pregnant and Chris and I were up for our one of my nightly trips to the bathroom when all of a sudden we hear “HONK. HONK. HONK.” If you live on a farm, you know that that sound can only mean one thing: cows are out. Chris immediately threw on his boots and ran out the door and I slowly waddled out after him in my slippers. A quick peek down the road and it was clear the cows had a good 1/4 mile start on us and Maura was in the lead. I power shuffled (like power walking, but less graceful) down to the road to try to give Chris a hand. The woman who had stopped and honked rolled down her window and asked if I wanted a ride up to the cows. Absolutely! I hopped out by the cows and said thank you as she drove away. Thank you didn’t seem enough, but in the middle of the night it was impossible to have a coherent conversation or even catch her name. Well, last night I finally got to say thank you for real.
So we’re at this graduation party. “This is Chris and Sarah. They have that farm up the road.” “Oh, the ones where the goats always get out?” “No, not that farm. They don’t have any goats.” “Oh, did I give you a ride to chase your cows last October?” And with that, the incredibly familiar looking woman came into focus.