Oh the stories my kids will tell when they are all grown up. “When I was a kid I grew up on a farm eating that food. We’d have farmers come stay with us that told stories about leaving their previous life in the big city to come back to Kentucky to grow sorghum or traveling each summer to Alaska to catch salmon. Stories of hard work, passion, and love that inspired my mom and dad in new ways each and every time. Our home was filled with people who wanted to work together for the common good of those in our community. We volunteered our time at the farmers market working on the building or marketing the vendors or advocating for their rights and we laid hands on one another in prayer that our efforts may be blessed and prosperous for all. We learned how hard and complex and difficult choosing to follow your dream really is, but it always seemed worth it.” Makes me wonder how each of them will grow up and choose to spend their time.