Conor finally made it all the way into the kitchen and poured himself a strong cup of coffee taking stock of everything going on around him. As he opened the fridge to get out the milk he noticed how low the container was. Sighing slightly he poured just a touch into his cup and closed the door. Leaning back against the doorway, out of the way of the women working and watched his son. A light smile curved his features with pride. His eyes sparkled.<br/><br/>“The barn is good, I think you’re going to be able to help me saddle up the horses so we can go down to the brook today, what do you say?” Conor asked his son with mischief in his eyes. Of course his offer went out to the whole family to join him on the ride down and a lovely picnic for lunch. That really was what he was asking.<br/><br/>“How about you make toast for everyone love,” Conor said after a pause. He walked up to his son and gave him a tight embrace before ruffling his hair. He looked over to Alistair and said, “were low on milk, you want to help me bring some up from the barn?”<br/><br/>There was a large steel container that the majority of the milk the farm produced was stored in between pick up. When the large truck came to get the milk and bring it away. Another source of income for the family and Conor did love milking the cows. There wasn’t much of farming that Conor didn’t like. It was more home to him than anywhere else had ever been. Conor truly loved the farm. Every inch of it and every aspect. It was perfection. Simple and above all else it was  home to him. There was nothing he couldn’t do here. Nothing complicated and hard that made him feel inadequate. It was simply the best place for him.<br/><br/>He belonged here. This was his family. Everyone one of them. He loved the life he had and he loved everything about it. The work and the simplicity of farm life. He didn’t know where he’d be if it hadn’t been for the farm. It was as much integral to his life as his wife and son.