This year has certainly been our year of ‘firsts.’ Our first baby. Our first time being, gulp, parents. Our first Valentine’s Day, Cinco de Mayo, Fourth of July, and every holiday, big or small, that we celebrated with baby in between. Our first winter, spring, summer, and now . . . . . fall. Big deep, crisp, cool, breath in. Ahhhhhhhhh.
I know I’ve said it time and time again, but. I. Love. Fall. I’m head over heels excited that I now have my very own little me to celebrate fall with. We can sip on Pumpkin Spice Lattes, devour caramel apples, wear matching boots and scarves, take entirely too many pictures with pumpkins, and post every picture of the season on Instagram with hashtag #pumpkineverything. Oh the possibilities!
On Monday, grandmoo took us on Opal’s very first visit to the pumpkin patch. Opal had the best time plopped down in the middle of a big ole pile of pumpkins, playing, curiously touching everything, doing her excited shake, and giggling. She even picked out her own teeny tiny one to take home. (Meanwhile mama was meandering in pumpkin heaven, running back and forth, up and down the hill making an absurd pile of pumpkins that I just couldn’t live without.) I am loving every minute of Opal’s first fall!
* Our visit to the pumpkin patch took place at Fuquay-Varina United Methodist Church.