Every Monday and Wednesday, my girls and I are at the farm I grew up on. Sometimes they get to go out in the evening and help feed the calves and for this night, milk the cows.
Even though both my girls only tried to strip the cow and prep her for milking, it makes my heart happy knowing they get a glimpse of what my childhood was like. I started milking cows with Gramps when I was in 6th grade. He had just had knee surgery and couldn't bend down to put the milkers on. I was short and couldn't reach the pipeline, so we made a team. That's my favorite part about my family's farm...family and the way we can have fun working together.