08/15/2026
Yesterday we were working on getting 3rd cutting chopped, and everything was going good… until it wasn’t. You know those days when one thing after another goes wrong, and suddenly you’re 4, 5, 6 hours behind schedule?
By 9:30 that night, we were still unloading a load, had hay laying in the field, and had just plugged the blower pipe. I think by that point, we were all tired, frustrated, and ready for the day to be over.
Then Hank looked up at me and said, “We had a really good day.”
I looked at him and said, “What are you talking about? Everything went wrong. Nothing ever goes smoothly.”
And he said, “Yeah, but we got to do it with you and Daddy, and it was fun spending time with you.”
It caught me completely off guard.
I had been measuring the day by everything that went wrong—the hours we lost, the things that broke, the work that was still left to do. But to him, it was a good day because he got to spend it with his mom and dad.
Maybe sometimes I need to see life through the eyes of a child. Maybe the days that feel the most frustrating to me are still the days my kids will remember as some of the best.
