We bought my husband's grandparents farmhouse 5 years ago. I remember when we were dating he talked about wanting to buy their home and I looked at him and laughed. I put my foot down and said "nooo wayyyy," but it's funny how your heart can change, and I couldn't imagine living anywhere else. You see, I married my next door neighbor and his grandparents farmhouse is smack dab between the two farms. His father is a cattle farmer and so are mine. I still remember the moment I reconsidered the thought of raising a family here. My grandfather gave me "a talk." He explained how wonderful it will be to have family close when raising your own. He loved the old farmhouse and the potential it had. Shortly there after he passed away just as we started moving forward in buying it. I remember wishing so badly he could have been there and have been so proud. But I know he was there in spirit. Shortly after that and we began our endless endeavors remodeling, my husband's grandmother passed suddenly in the thick of it all. She loved this home more than anyone. This was her heart and pride for 60+ years and it showed. She lite up every time we embarked on anything as small as a new light fixture hanging.
We've almost finished remodeling the home years later and are now slowly building fences and getting our own critters to start a small farm while raising two boys Auburn and Woodrow.