Thursday, February 3, 2011
I glance out the window and see my 34-year-old son riding on the tractor with his dad, after helping him grind feed and sort the cattle. The image blurs for an instant as unexpected tears flood my eyes. I blink them away as I flash back to when we bought this farm. Our son was so excited to move to the country, where he could hunt, fish, and explore the hills and woods. He loved learning how to drive the tractor and was so proud the first time he raked hay for his dad. Our little boy grew up so quickly. Now he lives just down the road from us in his own home in the country. We are fortunate to be able to see him often. He still enjoys hunting, fishing, and exploring the hills and woods on our farm.
By the time they come back by the house and I snap this picture, the tears are gone, and I smile back as he grins and waves at me. I am happy my adult son still likes to ride on the tractor with Dad.