Brad and his sidekick Wyatt have started picking corn. I texted once to see how it was going and Brad actually put the word “Awesome!” in a text. That’s saying a lot people.
Right before he started picking corn, my help was needed. Liza and I went over really early in the morning for our first job of helping to get something put back together on the feeder house.
Then later that day, right as I was about ready to make dough for some runzas, we were needed again. This big thing below, which I think he calls the feeder house, needed to get back onto the combine.
After Brad reminded me how to start the combine, I drove so he could line things up and get it put back in place.
This was my view.
Part of the time Brad stood where I could see him and told me what to do. The thought crossed my mind that I never once imagined this scenario happening when I married him over a decade ago. Some of the time when I was moving this machine forward, I couldn’t see him at all and could’ve been about ready to run over him for all I knew. Clearly, that didn’t happen since I told you he’s out picking corn.
So after that job was successfully completed, the runzas waited for another day, and I fed my family popcorn for supper. I never imagined I’d do that either!