If I had a nickel for every hour I spent around 'second dads' like him, I'd have a lot of dang nickels.
If I had a nickel for every time I helped hitch a team growing up...
...Every time I saw them make this familiar circle and back up to the front of the wagon...
If I had a nickel for every hour I got to shoot the breeze with our Amish friends....
...Or hear these two shoot the breeze...
If I had a nickel for every time I considered sticking my head in right next to my horse and getting a big drink of cool water also...
If I had a nickel for every time I ended a day by following a covered wagon off into the sunset... I'd have a rich life indeed. This life may not fill the piggy bank but it fills the soul.
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Just like mama said... If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all.