I had a early turn around this morning at the ER. Off at 2 am back by 11, but the animals wait for no man. When I emerged from my groggy state this morning my little girl was waiting. Without being asked said ” I’ll go to the farm with you daddy “. Typically we all split up and do our own individual tasks to get the whole process done, but not today. She stayed right with me doing the things usually reserved for daddy. Electric fence testing, using my leatherman to open bags….you know daddy stuff. When she cut this bag open I asked if she wanted a pocket knife. She said with an enormous grin “I’ll be expecting a little package with something beautiful in it”. She is thinking about a knife but my heart sank a little because I thought that some day she will be expecting another little box from a young man.