When she's ready, she's ready...
Abigail usually hollers and clings in fear when we ask if she wants a tractor ride...but last night when David and my dad were headed out for their evening tractor ride, Abigail told Grandpa that she wanted to go. We all played along, expecting her to back out, but she went out and rode, nestled and relaxed in Grandpa's arm like she'd done it a million times before. You just never know with her...!
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So, does this mean there is hope for me and earmolds :) ~RaDora
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