I was reading some journals that got me thinking about my charmed life.  I'm glad I bought this farm because HERE, I know I belong.  The fact is never questioned, and it's made a tremendous difference in my preception of my world.  I love that everyone thinks Guy is my husband referring to him as Mr. Crawford.  Nothing could be further from the truth.  I often don't correct them just because I like that they make HIM take MY name (which is really my father's name, but I am a Crawford woman, through and through).Life can be funny.  If you had told me 20 years ago that I'd be divorced, I would have never believed it.  Further, if you would have told me that I would buy a 20 acre farm on my own with no husband, never would I have believed that.  Yet, here I sit with a great life.  I mean, sure the man can be Mr. Poopy Pants, but he did build my house, 3 barns, a greenhouse, and a beautiful picturesque farm for me.  I've always said there is something to be said for "sweat equity" of which Guy has earns buttloads.  And, yet, legally it is my farm.  I took a leap of faith buying this place, but he's taken a bigger leap building it.Funny how life goes, isn't it?