My Favorite Month

It's no surprise why September would be my favorite month of the year.... Not only does it generally hold beaUtiful weather, but it is also my birthday month and the month of RJ and I's anniversary. September also means harvest time (my favorite time of the year.) Since my daddy has been gone, harvest time has definitely been harder. Living on the street we do, just down from the Coop, it is a constant stream of tractors and machinery. It is hard to watch and not see Dad driving by, but it is also a bit therapeutic for me as it brings back all of the happy memories of my childhood. It seems like just yesterday we were out in the cornfield waiting at the end of the last row to cheer for Dad as the harvest was completed! Or meeting him out in the bean field to celebrate my birthday since he would be out in the field late into the night. My daddy was and will probably always be the hardest working man that I will ever know....and during the month of September, the memories seem to flood my mind more than ever.