Everyone has little things about themselves that even their spouse doesn’t know.
For me, Mr. Smith didn’t know I had cows.
When I was 6 years old, my family owned two cows.
I bet none of you ever took me as the cow-type, huh?
Well, I was. In fact, these cows were my best friends.
Weren’t they adorable??
I never thought I would befriend a cow considering their size, smell and slimy snouts.
But then I fed one of them a carrot. And that one carrot made that cow so happy that I stopped being afraid and grossed out by their species and started being their friend.
Everyday after school, I would go to their pen at the back of our property. Sometimes, I would surprise them with a corn cob or a piece of celery; other times I would just lay next to them in the hay and tell them about my day.
And they would always sit and listen in silence, thoughtfully chewing their cud.
It was a totally unexpected friendship.
But those are the best kind.