A love story raised on a farm.
Congratulations, Rebecca and Josiah!
From Josiah's perspective
"Becca and I met on the dairy farm where I was working in Richmond, VA. One summer day during hay making, I was minding my business working in the shop, when all the sudden, this girl drove up in a big old International tractor pulling a big baler. She hopped out, and asked me if I knew where some grease was for the baler. So I walked back into the shop and to her amazement, came back with an electric grease gun for her to use (it was quite an upgrade from the manual pump kind she usually used) She started trying to grease the baler, but couldn't quite get to one of the grease points, so I helped her out greasing the rest of the machine. When we were done, she thanked me for my help, and drove off to the field. Later that day, I found out from my friend, Mr. Rick that her name was Rebecca, his daughter he was always telling me about. Turns out, she was going to be around for a couple weeks helping him with some field work. Well, I was smitten—at this point, maybe not so much with Becca, as with the tractor she drove
:) In any case, from that day on, and unbeknownst to her, I would keep an eye out to see if she was around and what she was doing. During those few weeks she was around that summer, she helped me on the farm a little, and was always just really quiet when I was around, and always seemed really busy, even though I suspected she might be trying to avoid me more than anything. I figured it was just as well, because I was already dating another girl. Because of that little detail, I thought that I'd better stay away from this Rebecca girl too, because every time I was around her, or talked to her even briefly, I felt like I was cheating on my girlfriend. I remember telling my brother one day as we milked the cows that she was poison to me :) I learned much later that she liked me right off too, but knew I was already dating someone, so she had tried to avoid me as much as possible.
Well, time went on and I moved and started a new job. Things hadn’t worked out between my girlfriend and I, and we broke up.
In the back of my mind, though, there was always that Becca girl from Richmond. So, as the months passed by, I'd think about her more and more until before I could catch myself, I realized I was making plans on how I was going to get back in touch wish this girl. Luckily, during my time in Richmond, I had made good friends with her dad, and we still kept in touch. The summer before he had given Rebecca's number to me, because sometimes (he said) that was the better way to get a hold of him (though he admits now that he just wanted us to get together).
Anyway, a year after we first met, I sent her a text and we started talking. Then, a few weeks later, I made my move— I asked her to a concert at the county fair with me and a group of friends. Well, last minute, my friends all ended up bailing on us, which left just the two of us on what turned out to be our first date. I can remember almost every detail— the rides we went on, the concert, the ice cream we ate, and tractor exhibits we sat on… it was perfect :) Before we part red ways that night, Becca asked me to come with her to watch a tractor pull competition the next week, and it just took off from there! That second date turned into a third, fourth, and fifth… everything from Football games, dancing, and hiking, to fishing and exploring abandoned houses…until one day, a few months later, we where driving into town and I very cleverly asked “so.. I guess we are pretty “official”, by now?” and she, equally cleverly replied "I guess so”. And that was the “official”, (if a little anticlimactic) start of our relationship!
Every date and experience has been so wonderful, and exciting! We wouldn't trade the any of our dates for world!
Fast forward to a few weeks before Christmas last year…After dating for a year and half, I asked Rebecca to be my wife on the shore of our favorite lake, where we had built a campfire to roast hotdogs (Becca’s favorite food group), were freezing our feet off, and watching the moon come up over the water. Obviously, she said “yes!” and here we are! "