his sweet song

yes I realize it’s the 9th and I’ve missed two days or maybe even three and I said I would post every day in September but as it turns out -some days we have to choose..and last night I chose my husband and a mushy gushy movie, Out of Africa and night before I chose rest because  had I not I may have died from sheer exhaustion because I’m not as good as I once was and picking up hay and how it may be the death of me which is what I am going to write about soon but not tonight because I’ve missed Cowboy Dan, you know? my husband.? yea. he reminded me that he still lives here and he misses me too and we just bought the 2nd season of Duck Dynasty and we have a date in our living room right now..so until tomorrow I’m reposting an oldie but a goody from June of last year :O)enjoy

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it happened this afternoon

in the most unexpected of places

Cowboy Dan, Mighty Mouse, Tuck, two of our strong young friends

and me

headed to the hot, hot hayfield

to

rake

bale

pick up

load

and unload

HAY to GLORY!

About an hour or so past noon

Our two strong, young friends and Tuck

headed to the barn to unload

a trailer of 200+

while Cowboy Dan and I continued

we make a good team

Mighty Mouse snuggled tight in my lap growing more weary with each lap around the field

 began to serenade me with his sweet songs

(be still my heart.)

(my cup runneth over)

his precious 4 year old little voice

should be bottled and sold

it’s so stinkin’ cute

as his songs began to slow to the tempo of a radio with a weak battery he began to waller

(waller=to move or flop from side to side in a miserable fashion when you’re hot and give slap out!)

his sweet songs

became a whisper & with his precious little face full of freckles gazing up at me

his head against my chest

blinks slowing

lashes lingering

when just like….

my sweet baby boy was sound asleep

in the middle of the hayfield in hot, hot June

on the big orange tractor

in his momma’s lap

and I’ll just tell ya’ as far as I’m concerned…

there isn’t a a sound so sweet

or a wine so fine

as when my baby’s heart beats so close to mine