You know those moments in life when you think to yourself, 'Ah-hah. Now this is what I'm talking about. This is exactly what keeps me going back to my job Monday-Friday. This is why I work so hard and do what I do - - to experience this' For me, this happened when I peered down at my right hand, seeing my boyfriend's daughter's tiny hand hold onto mine - - and then seeing her hold onto my boyfriend's left hand. Seeing us as a family. Laughing. Simply enjoying the weekend together.
So, this is what people mean when they talk about wanting to have a family - - that feeling of having your own pack...a combination of pride, love, and companionship all wrapped up into one with a classy red bow on top.
We started our Saturday off with a home-cooked breakfast kindly provided by my boyfriend: jalapeno and cheese omelete, crispy slices of bacon, and hot cups of tea and grape punch. Followed by a visit to the local Pumpkin Patch better known as the McDowell Farm. It wasn't just any old Pumpkin Patch, though. Oh, no no. Pony rides, sand art, a petting zoo, hay mazes, paired with temperatures in the upper 80s. It was a beautiful Saturday. It's moments like these I never want to forget.
Here are some photos from the Pumpkin Patch: