I'm not quite sure how it all started, but about 4 or 5 years ago it did.
Brent and I had a Sunday School fall party at our house.
Word got around that Brent had a tractor, and there would be a hayride. And for those of you who know my husband...well, him and tractors, they go hand in hand. There is nothing that gives him quite as much excitement as a tractor.
The hayride the first year, was, well, a LITTLE LONG. It was absolutely ridiculous, but everyone rolled with it, and Brent's smile covered his whole face from ear to ear.
So, each year we've hosted this little party, it's gotten more and more over the top. Last year we had a "strongman" competition, farmer style. There was tractor tire flipping, and pulling of the hay wagons with all the kids inside.
This year, there will be a little chicken and sheep catching/chasing.
I took the day off today to clean my house top to bottom.
This is a big deal. We're taking about 50-60 people show up each year.
After the hayride, there is a fire and smores and hot chocolate.
It's a blast.
It really is. The kids play volleyball/football/basketball, and the adults actually get to carry on a conversation.
It should be good.
I'm already thinkin' about the nap I'll have to take Sunday afternoon!