What She Was Really Saying By Pulling Weeds

We don’t get a lot of sunlight in April here in Oregon. But last Saturday, it happened. It was probably 60 degrees, and my yard is a jungle, so I went outside, and started pulling weeds. I was well into the meat of the work, having pulled several sections of garbed beds. I thought that this would go a lot faster with some help, and I was ready to drag a kid or two out to help me, when out of no where, and unprompted, my youngest wandered outside, and started pulling weeds.

And you guys, I’m not going to say I almost died, but I at least had a slight heart palpitation that caused me to see the almighty in a near death experience, where God personally told me I was witnessing a miracle.

Okay, maybe I’m being a little dramatic, but I’ve been a father long enough to know that getting my kids to pull weeds just for the sake of “helping out” was remarkable.

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