A Valentine’s Day Letter from Marge

Marge celebrates Valentine's Day

I don’t remember much about the day we were born — just warmth, and then suddenly, not enough of it.

Our momma was there, and then she wasn’t.

There were six of us who didn’t know how to be brave yet. I was just a baby myself, but something inside me knew I had to stay close. I pressed my body against my brothers and sisters. I nudged them. I stood when they cried. I became what I could, because someone had to.

Valentine’s Day 2019 came quietly that year. It wasn’t hearts or flowers. It was a woman who couldn’t let what was supposed to happen… happen. She asked for help. And help came - Farmer Terry and Katherine from Pleasant Pasture.

That’s how we arrived here.

Five years later, we don’t look like the tiny, trembling babies we once were. We’ve each gained more than 500 pounds. We are strong now. Round. Loud. Confident. But at night, when the air cools and the stars come out, we still do what we’ve always done.

We pile into the same hut. Six bodies, pressed together. Six hearts, beating close.

Just like when we were little.

Some nights, I still make sure everyone is there before I settle down. Old habits, I guess. Or maybe love doesn’t forget the shape it once took.

We are thankful for Valentine’s Day — not because it saved us, but because it reminds us that love can show up in unexpected ways. That compassion can interrupt harm. That someone can choose mercy, even when it would be easier not to.

We are alive because someone said yes.

We are together because someone cared.

And we are still family because love didn’t let go.

From all of us — especially me — thank you for remembering our story today.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

With love,

Marge 🐖❤️

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