All crazy here. Here’s my desk today. It was clean moments before. Now littered with Nerf guns, work gloves and stuffed cow.
Here’s a son of mine. Still holding onto those moments. He’s growing quickly. Gaining opinions. Our I.Q. is plummeting. We’ll grab cuddles and piggy-back rides whenever we can.
Underneath that brown is a whole lot of green.
Knee deep in alfalfa. In August. We are smiling and smirking.
Into the woods. We are clearing a parcel of land. I grabbed a felfie.
After, the boys greeted Brent in the tractor. All good boys love tractors.