Mighty Hunter

I didn't think it would happen at the tender young age of 3, but Cody took Nate on his first hunting trip to the family farm. My eyes teared up a little as I watched Cody load the truck, then buckle in our precious cargo. (I was free to tear up since I had already given Cody the "You better not let anything happen to my son while he is in your care for 2 days on a farm in the middle of nowhere because he is just a 3 year old baby and he has to be watched like a hawk, like a hawk do you understand me, so don't take your eyes off of him for 2 seconds because all kinds of awful things could possibly happen and I must know that you understand how incredibly important this is" speech earlier that day.)
Nate and the "boys" (including Grandad and Uncle Cord) had a great time together. And the "girls" plus baby Lucas (poor baby Lucas had to hang out with the girls this time) had fun here, too. We hit the mall and did some hunting of our own- bargain hunting. Plus we visited Granna and Ava's best friend Hannah.
Cody got a deer. Nate got to feed the cows and ride the four wheeler. And then Nate got sick with fever shortly before returning home. When they puled into the driveway at midnight, Cody carried in a sleepy, hot, miserable boy. Nate was awake as he lay curled in his daddy's arms. He looked up and me and said, "Mama, I have a wever." in the most pathetic voice imaginable. After I picked my heart up off the floor, I helped Cody change him into pjs, gave him medicine and water, and tucked him into bed. I had missed him so much while he was gone.
I love it that Nate got to have a special weekend with his Daddy. I hope he has many many more in the years to come.