Years ago, my husband, Vic, made this train for the kids to ride. He constructed it out of large plastic barrels. Each rider has their own steering wheel, although they consistently follow the car in front. 

This 4th of July we drug it out of the barn for a new generation to enjoy. I’m so grateful for a fresh round of twigs on our family tree to experience something made with love so long ago. I’m just sad he’s not here to watch. 

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