I sometimes wonder when I’ll have done enough on our franch to call myself a farmer or a rancher. I don’t know that I’ll ever be truly deserving of that title. For one, farmers are famous for being early risers. If I need to wake up at 4:30 a.m. on a daily basis to be a farmer, I guess I’ll have to settle for always being a wannabe. I like to sleep in the mornings until the sun is well up in the sky. There is though hope for our children to someday claim the title since they like to get their simple morning franch chores done early. They set their alarms to go off well before me. One early morning, I was abruptly shaken away. Our then seven-year old son, out of breath, smelling of fresh morning air, had a story to tell. Excitedly, he said, “Sometimes the early bird doesn’t just get the worm, he gets the adventure too!” It happens often that, as I sip my morning coffee, I smile as I listen to the re-telling of my children’s early morning adventures on the franch. I learn as many lessons from my children as they learn from me. Wake up early. Adventures are waiting to be lived. Don’t sleep through them.
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