We had gone to the early service at church so we could catch the Seahawks game.
It didn’t look good. Before the first half was even over, must husband turned off the TV. “Get in the car, kids. We’re going to the pumpkin farm!”
Mind you, we didn’t actually need to go to the pumpkin farm. We grew our own this year.
But we could still go and have ALL. THE. FUN. So I packed up the kids and my new camera, excited to get a chance to play with it since I’m still getting the hang of all its bells and whistles.
It was clear we weren’t the only family with that idea. It was CRAZY BUSY (of course it was, it was 74 degrees and sunny in late October), and judging by the number of Seahawks jerseys walking around I’m pretty sure we weren’t the only ones who gave up on the game.
It took us awhile to adjust to the pace (none of us do well with crowds and chaos) but we had a pretty nice afternoon. I didn’t get to take pictures like I’d hoped since I was either trying to keep from losing a child or keep another one from getting trampled, but I did grab a few moments.
On the drive home, we reflected on the day. It had been fun, but it wasn’t quite the small-town, slow-paced day we were expecting and had experienced in earlier years.
And I hadn’t been able to get the fall pics I was hoping for since it was so busy. Enter husband. When we got home he gathered some pumpkins, threw the kids in a wheelbarrow, and let me play around a bit. Fall fun in our own backyard!
It reminded me that sometimes we feel so much pressure to do all of the stuff. And even though that stuff is fun and enjoyable, we don’t have to do it. It can just fill our plates and clutter our schedules. We can have just as much fun with our little family in our own backyard. It takes a little creativity, but the memories are just as sweet.
Maybe even sweeter.