A fond memory I have of my childhood summers was our annual trek to the berry farm to pick berries. It was fun seeing Cole's excitement today as we started filling up our buckets with fresh strawberries as we started the tradition for our family.

He has never liked strawberries before, despite our efforts to get him to eat them. After being out in the fields today he gave in and tried them again, and humbly admitted they were good. And then ate a whole bowlful.