Everyday, twice a day we milk the girls and I load the milk buckets into the little red wagon and pull it over to the house for filtering and bottling. McKinley gives up her seat in the wagon for the second bucket and usually walks with me to the house. Today, she insisted on pulling it herself, all 85 lbs of milk. She was content to push after awhile. I am thankful for her willingness to try and her thoughtfulness to help. The tugging grunts that came from her pulling on the cart are etched in my heart. Thank you Lord, for our little girl.
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