Pumpkin Pickin

There is something rewarding about picking your own pumpkin out of the field. Owen searched high and low for just the right one (Adam and I did the same) and found the just-my-size perfectly round orange orb. Our little man is always at his happiest when he is running and playing in the dirt, climbing stacks of hay, and petting farm animals. And before we left, Owen carried his pint-size pumpkin up to the tall man in overalls and kindly said "Thank you farmer."