My daughter brought home a 35 pound pumpkin tonight. 35 pounds ya’ll.
Smiling, she recalled that when she was younger, her and Sam used to compete to get the biggest pumpkin at the patch when we would all go as a family. I had forgotten that memory. Still fresh in her mind as a 20 year old college student, she holds it dear.
“I’ll bet he can’t top this one” she said.
It made my heart fill with joy. The simplicity of a pumpkin. Such fond thoughts from years passed. Almost a blur now. There is just something special about this time of year.
I hope you have your own pumpkin story to share. If not, now is a good time to make one. But I bet, like Bre does, if you are looking for the biggest pumpkin, you ain’t gonna beat her 35 pound one!