Not a safari across an African savanna, or a camel ride in Morocco. Nor snorkeling the Great Barrier Reef, or New Years Eve in Time Square. Not even a handshake with the Queen of England, or a conversation with the Pope.
But a pumpkin patch.
A little ol' pumpkin patch.
A tractor ride.
A cool crisp afternoon.
A sunny day and a bright blue sky.
With the loves of my life.
I've dreamed about this trip to the pumpkin patch for years. It's simple, primitive, and certainly common.
But a bucket list item of mine, nonetheless.
I've thought about piles of pumpkins and hay bales and tractor rides...
A first trip out to the pumpkin patch.....
....and to see my very own family....
right in the middle of it.
And now, I can't help but to think about what a simple tractor ride out to that patch represents for me.
A gift, a blessing....
a life that I can't believe is mine.
It's funny what all can happen in a little ol' pumpkin patch.
A bucket list check mark.... a cherished memory, a new tradition.
And a silent prayer....
Thanking my God for His creation, His unfailing love and His goodness.
And of course.....
for a pumpkin patch.
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