We hung out, looked at pictures and reminisced. It was good. Actually, it was great.
When I was little, I used to stay with Ma while my mum was at work. We had some great times. Singing and playing and enjoying life. I love to see the happiness on her face, even today. I love to hear the happiness in her voice when she talks about life at the farm.
I will always be thankful for the time I spent with her before the farm, the time that was spent at the farm and the time we spend together now.
I love my memories of picking peanuts, cotton, corn, potatoes, garlic, beans and tomatoes from the garden. Times feeding the chickens and times getting my entire face licked my a friendly little cow. Times walking to the pond to find special rocks. Times playing dress up. Times knowing that no matter what, she loved me.
Oh, and yea...the chocolate cookies. I could never forget those. I can't wait to teach the little one to garden and to tell him all about my time at Ma and Pa's farm!
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