Generally I find my calling in the young women's program extra wonderful... I am not going to lie, I was not excited about tonight's adventure. I can think of a million other service projects that I would love to take part in. I had to put on a smiling face for my young women as we headed out to the field. When we got there, I teamed up with some of the girls and we had a good system going. I shoveled and banged around looking for rocks.. I am pretty awesome with a shovel. Probably because of that one time when I decided that I was going to bury my trampoline by hand and all by myself. Thanks dad for the help with the backhoe! Needless to say, I was a master rock hunter and we had some good laughs and ate a lot of dirt. Emmett LOVED the tractors. He thought they were the coolest. He even made the beeping sound when they moved and would have died and went to heaven if he had only had a chance to ride. I got some pictures of Emmett and Matt. The girls didn't want any in their scrubs. I don't blame them at all! I was the same way. Oh and I realized just how much that I love my nice camera. This little Nikon has seen better days. I pack it in my purse... just in case... for moments like this :)
He needed a break while walking the LONG ways back to the car. He insisted on walking nearly the whole way. He sat down to take a breather and looked so cute. Right before this he was waving bye to the tractors. "Bye trac-or... iss gone" I think that Emmett may have lived in the south in his previous life. He says everything with a southern accent... especially bye.
















