The Joy Ride

When I was little, my Papa, my mother's father, used to take us on adventures all over the farm. Most memorable were the rides on his three-wheeler, with my mother chasing after us, yelling at him to slow down. My Papa passed away when I was ten, but today I got to watch what could have been a scene from those days long past.

My kids got to play on several of my uncle's farm vehicles today. One was his four-wheeler, and one was a supped up cross between a four-wheeler and a golf cart, dubbed "The Mule." At first, the kids just sat on the four-wheeler and Christian pretended to drive. "I'm going as fast as I can!" he called out to me. They thought that was tons of fun, but they were in for an even bigger treat.

My Uncle Tommy came driving up on the mule, and took them, and my mom, for a quick ride around the farm. The delight on Tes and Christian's faces was priceless. I just beamed as I watched them drive past. I think my Papa must have been smiling at them too. What a beautiful little joy ride.