So I wasn't sure if I was going to share this with you all or not. But I decided to...because I do believe I will have many Blog Posts in the future about this.
While we were camping, my Dad was home, building S1 his own shop.
S1, who fixes bikes and tractors and doors and anything else that needs work. Who took over our teeny tiny milk shed when he was old enough and was happy to be there. That son.
My Dad wanted to give him something he knew he would have appreciated when he was that age.
So my Dad built this.........
And he hauled it to our house on the back of truck trailer (can you imagine seeing that come down the road?), and then he spent dinner and then brunch the next day to get it all set up right for him.
And he brought over the 1960 Wheel Horse they had put together so he could store it in his own shed now.
I don't think S1 could get any happier.
I don't think this Moma's heart, this daughter of my son's Papa, could have been any more full.
Thank you, Father dear.