Feed Alley Runway
Justin showed his farm boy stuff again...in this nice warm weather. Tonight we walked through the other barn, we call it the freestall barn, where the cows eat and sleep in the winter months. From one end to the other, determination flowed as little Justin aimed to study each cow, even as he sailed by in his stiff and "conking" size five toddler mud boots. The last one hundred feet, he slowed to look at me. A small but brilliant--I'm looking at you mommy-- smile took over his entire chubby-cheeked face. Assured I captured his glance, he maneuvered his small arms directly behind himself as far his little fingers could reach, flattening his little hands as if to adjust the rudders, and did what we call "the airplane" the last stretch of the feed alley. Brilliant exudation of happiness. Nothing better than watching a young child metaphorically lifting himself off the ground! Inspecting the cows, I'm pretty convinced he's a farm boy already though maybe a pilot from a former life as well.
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