To celebrate October, we headed up north in search of pumpkins and cooler weather. At least we found the pumpkins.
This annual trip means an awful lot to me. The first time, I was 8 months pregnant. Last year, Bird was all too quickly approaching his first birthday. And now, at almost two, I watched my stomping toddler go exploring.
Amidst a couple of long car rides, pickled okra, merry-go-round spins, hayrides, too much food, and not enough room for pie, I felt the summer melt into fall — my favorite season. A certain Jesse was able to capture a handful of priceless memories.