Today we engaged in one of our most meaningful and long-lasting Wight family traditions when we piled into the Explorer and drove down to Pastorino's Pumpkin Farm in Half Moon Bay.
I alternately worked on my third attempt at Abby's strawberry sweater and gazed out the window at the passing scenery; it was a beautiful day and the sun illuminated the hills and created glistening waves on the bay. Abby and Brady engaged in their good-natured bickering --mostly forehead jokes-- in the back. Riding along that familiar path just felt right and familiar and good. Definitely good.
When we arrived, we trooped straight to the entrance and took our annual photo; the one that we've taken every year since 2004, when Abby was still in utero and I looked like I was trying to smuggle a huge pumpkin out of the lot. Since then, kids have come and gone, of course. Abby made her grand reappearance after a college-induced four-year absence, and Isaac was absent (although he's on Fall Break at Wheaton and texted us throughout our adventure). And naturally, although Logan can't be with us, Lambie came along as he always does; if you look closely, you'll see him perched on Brady's shoulder. It's important to Adam and me that he tag along.
Anyway, we took our photos and Brady navigated the wheelbarrow this year as pumpkins were chosen. And then we headed back out, but this year, we tried something different for lunch and went to Shake Shack, per Abby's request. As I sat there eating my cheeseburger and mac and cheese bites, it all felt good; good to once again engage in our tradition. And good to try something new, too. It's important to honor the past, and it's important to move into the future.
So for the blessings of family and of traditions and of new experiences, I am so grateful.
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