3 years old and anyone seeing him would never believe what he has gone through.
his love for my little tractor is quite apparent… i can't start it up near the house without him making a fuss and wanting a ride. he has put in several miles on my knee as we go for a little joy ride, or up the road to visit a friend.
as i write this it's planting time again and whenever this time of year rolls around and i'm down the field plowing, and getting ready to plant my thoughts are on the day that we almost lost our little guy. i will never forget that year. 