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Looking through some old photos I was reminded of how my boys have always loved to work like daddy.  They had a way of always finding the sharpest tool in the toolbox- or carrying around the heaviest hammer they could find!!  I remember when my oldest son built his first “birdhouse” all by himself… okay… so it was 6 pine boards nailed flat together… but to him it was a birdhouse.  And it brought joy.

I will let them bang the hammer into the dirt. And as they grow, let them pound 15 nails into a board and show me what they “built.”  Let them get cuts and bruises from playing with the tools.  Because someday I will look them in the face eye to eye and see that they have grown to be men like daddy.  



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