A Labor of Love

The work I do every day is no moil; it is a labor of love. I have the privilege of fleeting moments of kisses, hugs, comfort, discipline and watching my own children grow. The Vintner doesn't have this joy. His work is draining, boring and difficult. He doesn't get to push the children on a swing for an hour, observing the progress of the grape vines. He doesn't get a rest when the children rest. Granted, he doesn't get covered in bodily soils too often at the office. I know that I'd rather have my challenges than his any day.