I was drinking a cup of coffee this morning and like a flashback a memory hit me. It was cold and raining,my dad and I along with my brothers were rounding up the cows that had gotten out of the pasture. A tree had fallen and busted a section of fence during the night and the cattle were scattered everywhere.We were miserable and wet and cold. Out of the corner of my eye I saw daddy standing there smiling as he was trying to dig a new post hole in 3 inches of water.I asked what was so fuuny. He said nothing is funny its just a great day to be spending with my boys. My big brother piped up" nothing good about it much less great." My dad told the three of us that one day when we were grown, we would think back on the cold and the rain and that miserable day and smile and be happy. He said it was going to be a great memory. He was right. Thanks Dad for the memories.