I basked in the glory of knowing that even though he was the third born and there is nary a page of his baby book filled-out, let alone even a baby book with pages to neglect, he will always be able to cherish these photos of himself cavorting in the pumpkin patch. In a pumpkin outfit!
Mom for the win.
But the truth of that day has haunted me ever since.
THIS photo represents that day and that trip to the pumpkin patch.
But we were there, because I wanted that photo. (The first set of photos that is, not the one above.)
So I'm sharing this for all of you also get tears in the pumpkin patch when you just want smiles.
And I'm also sharing this so next time you visit Pinterest and see a gorgeous pumpkin pie cooling on a rustic wood table you'll remember there's a pretty good chance it's not all as perfect as it seems, either.
1 comment:
lol... too funny!
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