While the sun creeps up over pristine green beans, and casts a pink hue on the grey barns, I sit with my 85 year old dad. Mom left for the day and he seems lonely.
Why wouldn't he? They've been together since 1952. They have 5 children, 12 grand children and their 7 spouses, and 10 almost 14 great grandchildren.
The farmer and the farmer's wife.
We reminisce about reunions (happy birthday cousin Marcia) and life on the farm then and now. Today he'll mow the yard, vacuum the cottage for his bride, and think on the past, with bright hope for the future ever on his mind.
A full life even through the storms.
Me and my Mr. live in the big house right next door and every morning I see them, leaning over their bibles, trying to get closer to the light. They drink their coffee, pray and live content. Another day traveling together. On the farm.
Mom took an abundance of great grand kid's clothes to her friends' garage sale. One of her granddaughters is adopting a baby from the Congo and other grandchildren donated their arsenal of baby clothes to help raise funds for the adoption.
This unnamed baby along with great grand babies #11 (due any minute) #12 (due in November) and #13 (due in January) may meet great grandma and grandpa Lloyd and Thelma, on occasion.
We will tell them story upon story, so that, the farmer and his wife's legacy of faith, work, laughter, tears, life and love will be passed on throughout the generations.
Linking today with Lisa-Jo Baker and the gals over at 5-minute Friday