I was going to pick up some feed for the pigs. My daughter saw I was taking the Ford and wanted to go with me.
Sometimes I get frustrated with the way things are and then I’ll ride with my daughter. Her sitting next to me in my truck is all I need to realize the world is alright and God is in control. We weren’t even medically supposed to be able to have a kid, and she’s our second.
Figured a bunch of you old guys probably have memories that look very similar.