So – we took our first trip to the pumpkin patch today. The first time it starts to hint at cooler temperatures, I start aching for yellow and rust colored mums, fat pumpkins and dried up gourds. Don looks at me and rolls his eyes – he doesn’t understand my love for fall – but Reagn does. He runs around the patch grunting and trying his darndest to pick them all up, yelling, “need help, mama!” so everyone can hear.
I think Stephanie is one of my best friends ever because we share this love affair with October. (Steph, I thought about you today – wishing we could hunt the perfect pumpkin together. These miles hurt my heart…)