I love my man! Usually when I talk about ‘be a man’ (see here), I am talking about Sexy Neck.
In the midst of cleaning, moving and digging out trees, I had to add a guest “man” to my banter with my man.
Papa Bob or Baron Bob as we lovingly call our dear friend, is a great man.
He came to dig out our boy’s placenta trees. Trees we had planted with our boys placenta’s underneath. Strange, I know, but really interesting. JC has an autumn blaze tree because of the colour and CC has a plane tree because of the size. OC will get his tree this fall when he turns two.
Since we were moving today, the boys requested that the trees come with us. They also asked if we could bring the bathroom mirror, but we left that behind.
Our Papa Bob, was busy digging a humungous hole in our heavy clay soil, but when the boys arrived he had them digging with him, avoided hitting them with his sledgehammer and looked like a superhero when the roots finally gave way.
Here is Papa Bob in action. Let’s remember it is easy to get our heads down in a hole, but it is the people that God has placed around us that really matter. Thank PB for reminding us of this!