Daddy's wheel barrow broke. He has had it for 13 years. He got it a month after we got our first house. Who knows how many tons of dirt and rock he hauled in that thing. Seriously, a lot. The handle broke, so with a little sadness and to honor the wheel barrow, he asked me to take his picture with it one last time before it went off to the wheel barrows in the sky. We love you wheely.
