The determination of her son’s heart gave her four decades of story-telling joy. My heart is happy to be able to share the story again. And what joy to be able to stand even today on that same hill and remember a little red tractor, a box of tools, and a determined little boy.
Every day is a miracle. Another thing we take for granted is the sheer wonder of this planet we’re on and all the random personal encounters, candy shops, international events, planetary collisions, physical injuries, dirt roads in rain storms, and land for sale that led us to where we sit today, writing these words, reading this blog. And beyond this moment, I know that my words and acts will inform and stitch connections for those yet to draw air.
You don’t need a farm or a shovel to seed enduring moments. We all have the power to share the promise of a seed in the soil.
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