Of hay bales and dirt bikes and a determined little boy

The field, on the property that my family and I are temporarily living, was cut recently. This means hay bales! Benjamin and I road his dirt bike down to see these gloriously big golden bales.

They are bigger than they look.

He saw.

He climbed.

He conquered. : )

The smell of a freshly cut field is amazing!

Ol' Faithful. Our dog, Rusty.

A favorite mode of transportation. : )

My 6-year-old cousin, Haydon, has been staying with us for a while and today Mom took him on some errands with her. When they came back, Haydon proudly showed us his "new" bike.

He had never ridden a bike without training wheels so we thought that it would take him a while to learn to ride. Boy were we wrong! Haydon got on that bike and rode like a pro!

He was so excited, so proud that he could do it!

Alright Haydon!

Adrian, on the other hand was upset because he couldn't ride. Look at that face!

I love this boy. He is such a sweet heart, even when he pouts. ; )

He consoled himself when he saw mom's sunglasses.

LOL! Cool dude.

The determination of this little boy was so beautiful to see. He wanted to ride a bike and he rode it. He soaked up our encouragement and excitement for him. This really reminded me of something I posted a while back.

"Woo hoo!" You made it through this post! : )

"Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its sham, and sat down at the right and of the throne of God."

Hebrews 12:1-2

In Christ Love,