We loaded up supper on Saturday evening and we loaded up ourselves and my daughter ended up in the driver’s seat.
And I said, “If you’re going to drive, I’m going to eat on the way there.”
We backed out of the garage and we drove down the lane and turned onto our dirt road. We headed down the hill right outside our drive and bumped through the creek.
I opened the Tupperware container containing my supper and I picked up my fork and I started eating my supper.
As we traveled along the few miles of dirt roads towards my farmer man’s field, I told my daughter, “I’m doing something I’ve never done before. I’m eating supper on THE WAY to take supper to the harvesters.”
A first in eighteen years.
Many times I’ve eaten a snack or grabbed a few quick bites before I headed out the door. Many times I’ve eaten in the field.
I’ve eaten supper in the combine. In the Suburban or pickup AT the field.
Many times I’ve eaten after I got home or skipped supper altogether.
Many times I’ve taken supper to the field, but for the first time in
forever ever, I ate on the way.
This chauffer thing is just all right!
On Monday evening, I climbed into the combine with taco salad for my farmer and for me too. I settled in to ride a bit and serve him supper. I dug into my bag for his fork and also pulled out his iced tea. I waited as the tractor and grain cart pulled along beside us to unload on the go.
My son was in the tractor and his sister was in there beside of him. She’d spent the afternoon riding in the combine with dad, and driving it a bit, too.
I looked inside the tractor cab at those two and I told their dad, “Look. Look at them. It used to be you and me in the tractor, first with that little girl riding with us and then with two chubber baby people.”
“Just look. They’re driving it now. And here we sit.”
And I took a mental picture in my mind. So many times, those two, side by side, walking together, riding bikes together, swimming together, now running tractor together in the harvest field.
#1000 gifts #gratitude #WheatHarvest2015