Concrete

Whenever I pour concrete, I think of my dad

Some of the tools that I have for concrete work belonged to him. Some of them in fact belonged to his father, my grandfather.

For some reason, it was important to my dad that I knew how, that I learned how to work with concrete. A lot of things he didn’t teach me how to do, but he wanted to make sure I knew how to mix concrete.

So on Saturday a few weeks ago, I widened this porch stoop by about 8 inches - not a big deal, but for some reason, it was poured short and the stones kept falling off and sinking and washing away.

Then I extended the stoop.  We just could not get grass to grow there, so we made a short walk way.

Now I think the porch will be stable and no one will track mud onto the patio.  If you ever come to visit, [and you are invited anytime] If you ever come to visit, stop on the new stoop and think of my Dad.

I think of him a lot.  But I always think of him when I pour concrete.

Thank you, dad

It's a beautiful day in God's world, be sure to see the good.

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