I love the way they turn out, my life in pictures of the everyday.
Celebration of moments that are here for only a moment.
Channie-Mae loves little babies and her affection and devotion is contagious.
I love her excitement of just giving a bottle.
Her laying her head on the pillow at the end of the night and
hearing her last words be, "I've got to get some sleep so I can help with the babies tomorrow."
The way the field hay bends its rod to welcome him in as the sun goes down
and splashes on his face.
The way on national sibling day they didn't know it was special because they spend every day together.
See, we're not perfect.
The way the roaster protects his little flock of six hens in the back yard.
He thinks he's so bad and really he is.
He scares everyone around here.
I like that about him though.
He does his job.
The daffodils are in bloom and every year the kids run up and down the yard helping them put their tiny seeds to flight.
They huff and puff and the tiny seed pods drift out into the pasture to soon deliver a beautiful yellow flower that gets picked by the hands of my children.
The old red truck is being serviced for her upcoming job to circle this
farm and haul kids in the back.
Looking forward to a spectacular summer of many memories of us.