After chopping down all those tree limbs it was time to cut them down to a more managable size for the fire pit. I told Peter he needed to help haul all the sticks to the designated pile. He figured out a way to work smarter not harder. It was so funny and he reminded me of my dad so much this day. The little neighbor girl was over and he just sat in his buggy pointing, directing, and bossing her around in such a laid back way that I couldn't help but think, "this is a little Lucky". It made me smile to think that even though my dad is gone some how his influence is still here. Even if its the one that bosses people around.
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