By: Stephany Jackson As I sit here and write this, we are officially a month into harvest. We are in the routine and the kids are used to only seeing daddy in the combine, over facetime, or when it rains. One of my favorite harvest moments was a couple years ago when my son was 2. He asked if we could go see Daddy at his house. I was a little confused and I asked him where his house was. He replied,...
