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Little Hunters & Farmers

These two boys have been peas in a pod for as long as I can remember, and this weekend proved no different. We picked them up from Football practice, they quickly changed personas clothes into "farmer" clothes, and we hopped up to my parents to farm with Grandpa & Grandma & Uncle Trent! Such a wonderful evening. These kind of nights are so good for my soul! Love nights on the farm, and watching these two little boys enjoy the farm just make it that much sweeter.




Don't let them fool you -- Emmalyn and Keaton can hold their own with Colton & Wyatt! We left the side ditch and jumped in the pool one final time before the cooler weather comes and Grandma shuts down the pool.
By Saturday morning, the boys were up early to shoot bb guns, and they didn't just shoot the target. They went out to the south barn, and had one goal: kill a pigeon just like Dad. And that they did...with their little hunter buddy as a tag along. They were so proud of themselves. And the "500" shots they took.

It's a joy to us to watch you kids create these friendships, and I hope and pray they last a lifetime for you. Smiles on your faces and hearts full of love is all we could ever ask for! We enjoy hosting your friends and hope you know they are always welcome in our home!


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