Shop Days

It's true, the older you get, the more warped your sense of enjoyment becomes.  Take for instance our Saturdays during that winter spent at the shop.  Kids get dirty and tired, no housework gets done, and we work for a full day.  But these days are the ones that fill my heart so completely with a love for this family of mine.  We grow closer together and learn to enjoy doing things that aren't really that fun.  My chest nearly explodes with gratitude for work and family and parents working beside me while raising us.  These are the days I have truly come to cherish.

This kid is sure handsome in a hat.  His growing hands are becoming strong and able. 

 The girls love when they get to stock the shelves in the parts room.

 Of course, Alan always makes things a party.  Him and Hudson sing their hearts out to the radio.  It puts a little lump in my throat when I think that he won't be around next year because of a mission.  We have grown to love and appreciate Alan.  He's been a great mentor for Hudson to work alongside.

 And don't let me fool you, it's not ALL work and no play.  The treats are always abundant and lunches low on vegetables over at the shop.

 As the day wears on, breaks become more frequent and the kids usually have some sort of wheels beneath them whether its a ripstick, rollerblades, or scooter.