I will admit, yesterday I had my doubts but these three, well actually two, sorry Danny but Jim and Tommy actually do this shit for a living and have done it a million times. And they not only know what they are doing but they do it well... or at least 99%.
Today when I got home I heard Dan say "99%" over and over. I thought maybe it was the quality of material or grade of gravel... this obviously isn't an area of my expertise. He explained to me that whatever they were doing, they were going to do it till it was 99% acceptable and then move on.
Smart. I like it.
Sometimes I like to poke a little fun when I'm telling my stories, but in all honesty I owe so much to Jim, tommy, and Henry.
He's the one who brought the gravel and sat with me in the kitchen to keep me company. This man is one of the best. I'm pretty sure I could call Henry at any time of day or night and he would be right over with whatever it is I needed.
This is Jim. He makes running this Bobcat look like no big deal. He taught Max how to manipulate the arm and let Max drive it around the house and onto the trailer. I'm so glad I wasn't there to see that part of the driving. Max has decided to work with Jim this summer. I know Jim will take good care of Max and Max will have the time of his life. Most of my favorite stories involve Jim. Again, he thought nothing of it to spend two days working in my yard. He's like family to the Hamlin's.
Which brings me to family.
Tommy is as close to Dan as two people can be. They talk the same, their mannerisms are they same, just about everything about them is the same. This is probably why I love and respect him so much.
I remember back when Dan and I were first married, we were driving on I70 very late at night. Our car broke down and this was before cell phones. Dan knew we were close to the Richmond, IN exit where Tommy and Debbie used to live. Dan and I crossed 70, walked through a farm field and walked up to the only house we could find. Dan nudged me onto the porch and said, "you better stand there when they open the door so they don't think I'm here to rob them". When I explained to the nervous elderly couple that my car broke down and I needed to use the phone they finally said yes, and Dan and I walked in.
In the middle of the night he called his big brother, Tommy.
And he came right over and picked us up.
All joking aside from yesterday, Tommy really does know just about everything about anything. He's the first person we called for this job.
My boys adore him. They love the way he gives Dan shit, as big brothers do. They love their Aunt Debbie even more for her maternal and culinary skills.
Family is the best. Who else can you vent to, laugh with, cry on without judgment?
I love this picture because I envision my two boys standing this same way with each other after working their asses off.
Nothing but memories and free labor.