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A Day at the Farm

Sometimes we get caught up in life, the craziness of it all, and forget about the little things… like family. Adam and I feel very blessed to have a career which allows us to spend a lot of time with Zoe. Everyday we get up and go to the office to process photos and design albums. We make sure she has food on the table and a roof over her head.

When she wanted us to have a family day at the farm for her class field trip we were all about it. She had this daydream of what she thought the farm would be like. She would play with little chicks, ducks and cute little potbelly pigs. She thought it would be cute,  fun, and something like Charlotte’s Web. Boy, was she wrong.

She wasn’t the first one to cry and she certainly wasn’t the last. Our family fun day was full of some unusual drama from all the kids. Their teacher was laughing hysterically at the amount of drama some of the kids were bringing. It was muddy, wet, cold, and really smelly. You couldn’t do anything but laugh at all the kids. Their dream of the pretty little farm quickly went away when they realized movies are not always realistic. We will always remember that day as one of the funniest and enjoyable days with Zoe. Although she may only remember the awful smell when she saw the pigs, and the “dirty” farm as she puts it, she will always remember our family day on her field trip. She actually may look back on this day and laugh, maybe not soon, but one day. This is what life is supposed to be about, the little things.

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