October 8

Today we took our customary trip to Pastorino's Pumpkin Farm. There are plenty of pumpkin patches that require less of a drive, but we've gone to this particular little spot in Half Moon Bay every single October since before we even had kids, so making the journey is a treasured tradition for our family.

The trip was longer than usual as it seemed like lots of people considered the sunshine and warm temperatures the perfect makings for a good harvest-centric jaunt, but the kids were amazingly patient and the bickering remained at a minimum, so the drive was pleasant enough.

When we arrived, we parked, took our usual photo in front of the entrance gate, and then grabbed a wheelbarrow to find our ideal gourds. Both Isaac and Brady opted for pumpkins of the ginormous variety, and it was amusing to watch them heave their hefty picks into the wheelbarrow. Abby was a bit more choosy when it came to the task of making her selection, but finally made a decision, and then all three asked if they could pick a pumpkin for Logan. So, with Lambie in tow to help with the process, they wandered among rows and rows of small ones before each made a careful selection.

In my mind's eye, I could see Logan as a toddler, wearing a little blue and brown jacket as he trolled down the path between the pumpkins at Pastorino's. And smiling like a carefree little man on a very special mission. I like to go back every year because I can remember that scene so clearly. And since memories are what I have of him for now, I treasure any chances I get to bring them to the forefront of my mind.