Well we didn't really skip class. But that's certainly what it felt like. Tyler was home early from work and I am not working at the moment so going out before five p.m. on a weekday felt a bit scandalous.
Like we should be checking our rearview mirror to make sure our parents weren't behind us. Or something.
This particular pumpkin patch is a special spot for Tyler and I. (See last years. And the year before. And of course there are lots of years of which I have photos of prior to this little blog. Trust me. But I won't bore you.) I was a little worried we wouldn't get to go this year since every weekend has been so busy and of course the longer you wait, the less options there are in the pumpkin patch (and the bigger I'm going to get). I mean, I'm the first one to take home the saddest little forgotten pumpkin and give it a happy home, but not without a raised eyebrow from Tyler and then an eye roll.
Lucky for us we got there just in time for twelve school buses to scoot on out and an entire pumpkin patch to ourselves. Of which I looked at and said, "hah!" and then proceeded to pick a pumpkin from the selected few near the front. Not ashamed to admit it, but man there was no way this mama was trekking to the very back of the patch like every other year. It's miles and miles!!! :)
We picked a few happy pumpkins for our front porch, a few little ones with curvy stems that make me smile, a white pumpkin because it's so pretty and a cinderella pumpkin for magical purposes. We did good.
And next year. Oh my oh my. We'll get to share this favorite tradition with our little guy. Happiness!