the "cows"

Down the street from my parents house is a field owned by some wonderful older members of their ward. They regularly keep a couple a steers for butchering, which most of the children in the neighborhood refer to as the "cows". When my sisters kids were younger we would often go on walks to see the cows and sometimes bring old lettuce or fruit to try to feed them. I had never done this with Evelyn, so one day in June during the 3 weeks that Ryan was up working at Roosevelt Dam, we passed a few minutes of time taking a walk to see the "cows." While we were there Evelyn said "Moo" very clearly for the first time. On the way back it even sprinkled a little, which felt great! It was just one of those little things I will always remember.