My own Dad builds cabinets. Embedded deep in my brain is the sound of his saw, the smell of the wood, laughing as the air compressor blasted off the sawdust I had inadvertently collected on my skin when it was time to go home.
I wonder if it will be the smell of gasoline, the sound of the summer bugs and the toolbox drawers opening and closing, the happy sprawled dog panting beside them, the feel of wearing the shop floor on their dirty bare feet... but I hope it brings them right back.
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Great post! Loved that first shot...precious!
Cute post! There is something about a bond between a Dad and his kids!
Man, does this bring back memories! (With the exception that the tractor would have been a Moline, and my feet would have been filthy...)
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Cat
Love this! I'm sure that it will. There are many things that remind me of my Iowa roots. Including bare feet and tractor tires!
Love that first shot. :D
And yes, I'm sure they'll remember that. Cause my dad could fix anything, too. And I remember. :)
Oh, wow. That first shot is amazing. Glad you've got your mojo back. :-)
I love the observation you're able to make -- that you're kids are making memories now that will last them a lifetime. Hope you're doing well. I miss your more frequent posts, but it's hard, no impossible, to keep up with everything.
the shoe tossed in happy abandonment in that first picture says it all... they will remember!!11
Oh my gosh I LOVE that first photo... and "wearing the dirty shop floor on their feet..." priceless!
Your kids are gonna get some happy memories
It's the simplest little things that stick with us forever, isn't it? This is beautiful.
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