The Farmer's Daughter...

My sweet little Abigail was destined to be a country girl. Never before have I encountered a child that from the earliest moments of communications expressed an interest in tractors, ho-sies (horses), and towes (cows). She finds the moments of chasing down the cows as invigorating as John and I do. Before she was a year old, Abigail was making short hauls in the semi with her daddy. Uncle Joe throws her up in the big tri-axels for an occasional ride, and Grandpa took her in the combine with him last harvest. Grandma has passed on a love for the lawnmower. We can't pass by a piece of equipment without Abigail hollering to "dive, dive, dive" (drive). Recently we spent the week at the Gibson County Fair, a favorite holiday for all Davidson's, and we couldn't get over Abigail's immense pleasure at being in such an environment. She sat on every tractor, pet every horse, looked at every pig, and giggled at the cows. When all in the stands held their ears at the tractor pulls, Abigail grinned and screamed in delight at the event before her. I must say she was a bit perplexed by the lawnmower derby, and not too enthused to see her favorite vehicles being purposefully crashed. She truly seems to thrive in the environment that she was born into, and I can't say how much it touches my heart to know that she too loves the life that John and I treasure. I cannot wait to watch her grow and experience life as a farmer's daughter...