My little Lexi loves the farm. Her innocence really shows through every tmie I watch her there. She will spend hours swinging on the swing, moving from one swing to the next and back to the first. She will climb the steps of the "playhouse" numerous times to bake a pretend cake, take a drive thru order, or mop the floor one more time...all while wearing her chef hat and apron. She will take countless rides in the golf cart, enjoying the wind in her face. She will beg for one more ride on the razor, while holding onto the bar for dear life, with a seatbelt on that would barely contain her. This past weekend when Grandpa asked who would like to help plant trees, she was the first (and only) to raise her hand and shout, "ME!" When I looked out the window a few minutes later, I saw her and Grandpa digging in the dirt and planting the new little evergreen trees. Later, my dad told me she had asked, "Grandpa, are we digging for treasures??!" Ah, my little Lexi...YOU are MY treasure.
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