
We were building the chicken coop together. The kids held in for a while, but then the rain persisted and they retreated to the indoors. I stuck around. Literally in the mud. I wrestled wire, managed tools, and tried to plan a step or two ahead. I even sacrificed my kitchen floor. I had just cleaned it yesterday! Oh well. I am sure my actions speak louder than words in my thanks for his skill and support in building the coop, my willingness to get filthy for a purpose, and that I really can be capable of rising to the occasions.

3 comments:
Good Job!! I sure do miss you.
Wow! You are a such a trooper and I'm very envious of your little backyard homestead.
Great job, Tami! I'm proud of you. You're "speaking" your man's love language! :)
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