For two hours, we sat outside and watched the tractor in action, we even had a picnic to wait out the workers break. Then the neighbors heard the commotion and came over to see the action. The darling driver was nice enough to show these boys some tricks. We saw a wheelie, which was pretty incredible and then he backed up to the bottom of the street and cruised up the street as fast as he could go, all the while gathering garbage that had fallen on the street. Then he parked in front of the house and posed for a picture with these darling boys. The only problem was that they couldn't take their eyes off the tractor long enough for a good shot. So we did the best we could.
Once the tractors had left, Brooks and I had popsicles in the backyard and called dad to tell him the exciting news. We sat and chatted for a bit to the background music of my brand new wind chime. The weather is perfect. It couldn't be a better day. Gosh, I am lucky.
And last week Brooks told me I had the biggest chest in the world, so I guess I really am lucky.
