It's the place I grew up...from infant to marriage.
It's the place I returned anxiously to every summer after a long year at college.
It's the place that will always hold a certain sort of magic to me.
No matter how old I get...or how long the road between me and the farm...that place will always be home to me.
I think you understand.
It's not that where I am right now with my precious Paul and my dear children is not home...it is!
There is just something about that place where you grew up.
I would like to think that someday my kids will be just as sentimental about their childhood home as I am now.
I guess that's what makes it so hard to ever think of moving from here. You can physically grow out of a home, but a piece of your heart will always be there.
Always.
Here is one of the things that makes the farm home.
Tractors!
This particular tractor, "The B," was the very first tractor that my dad ever drove. How old were you dad? Seven?
My mom and brother bought this tractor from a relative down the road many years ago and gave it to Dad so that he could restore it.
It has given many rides to many grandchildren in the past 13 years!
Here's one of the newest little farmers getting ready to take his first ride on The B. He's thinking it over a little bit.
Well...maybe next time.
Here's a more willing subject.
And don't forget the other tractors on the farm...even if they are the garden tractors!
Carrie is getting some last minute pointers from Uncle Robbie before she drives The B all by herself!
"Wait for me, Brandy! I wanna swing too!"
"Oh, how I love to go up in a swing...up in the air so blue!"
Josh found out how much he really likes watermelon!
And how much he liked to get them with his fork and share them with Brandy.
"Hey, didn't you try to take me for a ride on a noisy tractor today?"
"Mom...should I be worried?"
Not a bit.
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