When He Came Home

When He Came Home

When he came home, the house was dark and quiet. The sun had sunk hours before, and he knows he will be working when it rises the next day. It was hours after my siblings and I had gone to bed, yet he gently opened our door just to whisper goodnight. He quietly walked to my mom, cuddled up on the couch because she couldn’t quite stay awake for him. He kissed her on the cheek and wrapped a blanket around her body, thanking the Lord for his wonderful family.

When he came home, there were leftovers in the fridge. His stomach was rumbling because he hadn’t had anything but bottomless cups of coffee and ham sandwiches. Instead of eating in peace, my siblings and I huddled around him to tell him stories. We updated him on the rough life of math class and spelling tests. He smiled as we rambled, only thinking of the future that beholds us. He kissed us on the forehead and ushered us to bed, thanking the Lord for his wonderful family.

When he came home, he saw my medal sitting on the kitchen table. He missed my volleyball tournament… again. I looked through the crowd as we warmed up, hoping to see him next to mom holding his coke and popcorn. However, he wasn’t there, but I understood. He kissed the medal, whispered that he was proud of me, and thanked the Lord for his wonderful family.

When he comes home late, hungry, and missing our school activities, he doesn’t truly realize the impact he has made on us. We are proud of him and his dedication to agriculture. My father is a farmer. During harvest, he spends hours away from his family doing what he loves, the noble responsibility of feeding the world. During harvest, he eats away from his table, only to put food on everyone else’s. During harvest, we are excited to ride in the combine, only praying that we grow up to be just like him. We kiss him on the cheek and congratulate him for a successful harvest, thanking the Lord for our wonderful family.

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"When He Came Home" is a tribute to my favorite farmer, my father. When I was younger, we always joked about clearing our calendars during harvest. However, it wasn’t a joke, it was a priority. We watched my father push through breakdowns and unfavorable weather. He taught us to understand the machinery, the economics, the strategy, the plant biology, the markets, and so much more. The farmer prays for good weather, no breakdowns, and that family bonds are pulled closer, rather than become a wrangled mess. This harvest season, I thank the Lord for my wonderful family.

 

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