Last night as Roper knelt beside his bed to say his prayers I had to stifle a laugh. Besides the usual, this is what he said,..." and please, please, please, don't let me have bad dreams about tornadoes. Please let me dream about Tom and Jerry."
The other night for family home evening, Roper, Mylee, and I accompanied Brody to his night job unloading cattle trucks. This job has been a blessing for our family but Brody has never hated a job more. (and I hate the way it makes his clothes, hair, our car,...and pretty much everything else Brody touches after work, smell!) Anyway, while Brody is trudging in 2 feet of cow manure (or sludge, or waste, or a word that I can't use because it is borderline profanity) and cows are running by him and kicking the ick into his hair and face and on his clothes, Roper says, "Dad when I grow up I want to have a job unloading cattle trucks just like you." The look on Brody's face was priceless! I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head. It was hilarious! There is nothing like the love a boy has for his father...especially one as good as Roper's dad! And there is nothing like the love a father has for his son...for example...working this horrid job!!