Tuck put a rope on the end of the canoe and for hours pulled the kids
around the yard. They called it a hay-ride
I call it pure love.
A brother's love for his brothers and sister.
He stopped what he was doing, and with the
cheers of the little guys, devoted hours to play.
In the fall sunshine she rode round and round with a bunch of rough necked brothers
who understand their role as protector in her life.
The familar smiles of these two always hanging out.
I can't possibly get through one day without
counting the blessings that my children are
to our home.
What a sweet memory that will always be and WHAT FUN!!!
That looks like a blast! Who needs water! :0)
What a great ride & such wonderful memories they will have of their brothers' patience!
Have a great weekend
Don't you just adore their imaginations and how they can play with the simplest item forever!
What precious memories! I love the things your family does.
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