Some friendships are quiet. Others are forged in chaos, misunderstanding, and unexpected resilience. Ours was the latter — born not of instant connection, but of tension, trial, and time. When we first met, it wasn’t sparks of camaraderie — it was friction. But what followed was something far rarer and more valuable: a friendship built to last.
A Brother Not by Blood, But by Bond
Over the years, Trey Nichy has become one of the most important people in our story. We’ve worked side by side through rough days, heavy loads, busted plans, and unexpected victories. Where others may have walked away, Trey showed up — again and again — not just as help, but as a true friend.
More Than Words
Without Trey’s support, our farm would look very different. His quiet but consistent financial help — never loud, never boastful — made it possible to care for more animals, finish more pens, and reach more goals than we could’ve alone. And if you’ve ever parked on the farm without getting stuck, you have Trey to thank. No one drives a Bobcat like he does, and without him, the driveway and parking area would still be a rutted mess of prayers and potholes.
The Kind of Friend You Don’t Forget
Trey’s friendship is the kind that matters more with time. It’s not about how often we talk or how loudly we brag. It’s about being there — consistently, unshakably, even when it’s inconvenient. He’s proven that through effort, action, and presence.
Mom always said, “One day you’ll grow up, and you’ll be able to count your real friends on one hand.” And as it turns out, she was right. Trey is one of those friends.
Thank You, Trey
Thank you for your loyalty. For your strength. For the grit, the humor, the heavy lifting, and the quiet belief in what we’re building here. You’re not just a helping hand — you’re family. You are, without a doubt, one of the truest friends a person could ever ask for.
Here’s to many more miles, more projects, and more stories. We’re glad you’re part of this farm — and our lives.
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