Gabriel, I think, was most amused by the giant pumpkins the farmer had sitting on the back of an antique truck. Personally, I was surprised to see red and white pumpkins. I had no clue natural pumpkins could grow in those shades!
A week or so later Michel (my husband) walked out of Gabriel’s room with tears in his eyes. While putting Gabriel to bed for the night, Gabriel had said to him, “daddy, you’re my hero.” It’s funny, because as parents I think we do and say so many things to try and shape and mold our children into good people with happy memories… we do things like driving 30 minutes to and from a pumpkin patch and spending a stupid amount of money on orange vegetables we don’t even eat… but without a single thought or a single penny and with natural effort they manage to shape and mold us too.
I kept both pumpkins in the house as Fall decor until about two weeks ago. I let Gabriel coat them in finger paint and then I tossed them once he lost interest. In all honestly, they were starting to look a little run down and even though I’m not a very sentimental person when it comes to physical items, I was a bit sad to let them go. It’s okay, though. Next year will be even better, and I’m looking forward to bringing two little pumpkins home (one for each boy)!