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It’s a wheat wedding
Nine years ago I married my farmer.
I carried a bouquet of wheat, which I’d cut from his field and dried the previous spring. Wheat was the first harvest season he had after we started dating, giving me my first real look at what that time of year is like. Boy, did this city girl have a lot to learn about farm life!
Walking down the aisle carrying my bouquet, my cousins started laughing. As a 4-year-old, I was a flower girl in my uncle’s wedding, only I carried wheat instead. As the story goes, I got mad when my great-aunts told me I should be carrying flowers and pouted the rest of the day.
Wheat is a symbol of prosperity, fertility, and abundant harvest. It was the original grain thrown on couples at weddings, before it was replaced by rice and then bird seed. Now wheat is often represented by the flour used to make wedding cake, but we had ice cream instead so we worked it in a different way.
We have three boys, so we have “fertility” covered, despite struggling to get pregnant with our second son.
Some years we’ve had “abundant harvests” of crops while other years haven’t been so abundant. I’ve learned this is to be expected since no two years are alike and despite your best efforts, sometimes hurricanes, hail, drought, or other things happen that are beyond your control.
I don’t think “abundant harvests” should apply to just crops. You can harvest the reward of working together, as farm families do. Time spent together in the tractor cab or the combine harvesting crops, being together when we can. Sowing seeds in the field and watching them grow, just as we are watching our children grow. Cultivating crops, but more importantly, cultivating our marriage and family.
The farm has continued to grow so we’ve seen “prosperity,” but again that doesn’t stop at the farm. Like the farm, our relationship has continued to grow and change. We started as a couple, then became parents, then became advocates for our special needs children. One day we will be empty nesters with maybe one or more of our sons working the farm alongside their dad.
The symbol I held at our wedding nine years ago is sitting in a vase on my dresser. The photo we took in the wheat field after the wedding hangs on our wall. I’ve read that wheat may be the longest storing seed crop. I’ll take that as a symbol of a long-lasting marriage to my farmer.