The endorphin rush kicked up a notch when she said, "let's go down to our old barn". Hmmmm, my mind was racing. Yipppeee, I skipped behind her like a 3 year old. An ordinary Wednesday morning turned awesome!
A HUGE galvanized mailbox that has survived multiple baseball bat beatings
And, drumroll please . . . who could resist an authentic cattle brand?
Especially when it has our initials! The kids can now have cowbells and brands! Tattoos are for sissies, we prefer branding! OUCH!