Boys

I made a shavings delivery tonight to one of the local horse stables. As I pulled the truck into the barn I noticed a little blond haired boy standing there and instaily thought of my nephews) J.J.who has a heart of gold and who has indured more yelling and screaming than any of us would like to know and who now spends time at Mom's and Dad's houses, Bright; who wants to know how everything works, Zion; the out going one who is all smiles and kisses and Brave; dare devil and tough, who live on the other side of the world.

I invited that little stranger over so he could push the buttons that raise and lower the dump box on the shavings truck. I answered every question he had and as I was latching the back swing gate the little boy said "look at all the shavings we dumped." Then I jumped in the truck, told the little one to be good and  he said " take care of yourself."

As I pulled back onto the two lane and headed home the sun was setting, I turned up the radio as a classic county song rang through the truck and wished that what I had just experienced was with one of my nephews. But I know they are all in good hands and tonight boys I was in good hands.

Boys: Keep your head up, hands steady and feet moving and I'll see ya on the next one.