Lifting Together

On Saturday, during Labor Dy weekend, we decided to stay home a while and get some yard work done. Buck needed to transfer a huge pile of broken up cement chunks (that he and his dad broke up last year so we could put in our little patio.) We decided to get the girls involved. Hazel was ALL about it. She got her little dinosaur garden gloves on and went right at it! But it took some extra coaxing to get June to work. (MAN she reminds me of myself! haha!) She got into it for a while though, excited to see how many heavy pieces she could carry.

During the time that we were all out there together was somehow one of my favorite moments as a family thus far. Out of all the grand and fun things we have done, THAT was near the top. Filling a bucket with cement rocks, carrying heavy pieces to the truck bed. How could that win my heart? It was something about being there as a little family, working hard together. The way the girls were learning about team work, muscles, and hard labor. Hazel flexed her little arms and announced, “I am growing my muscles!” and June found ways to make it an adventure, claiming to find fossils of dinosaur teeth in the cement. We talked about all the centipedes that were scattering in the sunlight as we unearthed their homes, we saved snails by putting them in the bushes. For the most part they kept helping and enjoying it, and what's more is that it did actually help! The pile disappeared from the earth and collected into the truck bed much faster than if Buck had been doing it alone. There was something about that pocket of time, in our little tiny corner of this earth. There wasn't anywhere else I'd rather be.