Well, it finally happened. I ran over my husband. This comes as no surprise to family and friends and most importantly, everyone is fine. Mostly. The day began with my husband tinkering about the yard as a heavy rain of Autumn leaves began to fall. In order to beat the fall cover, he decided it was time to seed the yard with winter grass. He called for my help and this is when the plan began to go south. I was instructed to drive the 4-wheeler while he sat on the front rack pushing the lawn seeder. I knew immediately that this would not end well and voiced my objection to this plan, "You know I'm going to run over you, don't you?" He filled the seeder and jumped on front. Six foot two with heavy camo' jacket, he blocked any view I would need to steer the vehicle on a safe course. "Go," he instructed, as he lit a cigarette and pushed the seeder with one hand. "Go left", "Go Right," "Watch that tree," he called fr
Joey, Allie... This is for you. May these stories be like tiny feathers that will one day drift down out of nowhere, bringing back great memories and smiles. You have brought me true joy with your laughter and song. This is your roadmap back to your youth and my guide home when memories fade. What a blessing it has been! What a blessing it continues to be.