Went out yesterday scrounging up primers and powder. The wife spotted a Ruger American Ranch in .300 BO and was taking a look at it, I go back to business digging around in the reloading supplies and then I hear "Momma can I hold it?". I turn around and my beautiful little 9yo girl is holding the Ruger and doing a good job. After putting the Ruger on layaway, we're leaving the store and my little girl looks at me and asks "Daddy, will you help me load ammo for it?"
I've been blessed in many ways over the years but that was a special moment.