
We pointed out the white fence along the highway and then turned down the drive to Bruce's parents farm. We explained that their Grandpa Royal, who died just two years ago, had made that fence and loved this farm so much. Pierre and Ange-Laurette just kept looking past the white fence on both sides of the road as we crossed the bridge over a small creek. They said, "This is theirs? On both sides?" It was one of those 65 degree sunny days with hardly a breeze. They were beaming all day! They loved the tire swing, the playhouse, the 4-wheeler wagon ride, and searching the field for golfballs from the course across the highway. I so wished I could have been inside their minds for the day.

