Well, not really. I actually got sick during dinner and we were home by 10:30. But we had a great time up until about right after this picture. Then, chills...big time. When I was sitting at our table rolled up like a taco with my wrap and pulling the table cloth over my legs, Billy decided that we should go. Since I'm always one for a free meal, I talked Billy into staying until desert. At which time the most beautiful warm chocolate lump with vanilla ice cream appeared. I took one bite and darted for the comforts of the heated car seats. I was in bed with the duvet pulled over my head before Mary Caroline could say that Henry was perfect. He was perfect, wasn't he? I stayed in bed-or what Billy described as "the bread oven" until Sunday afternoon. My sweet boys took care of each other. Thank you. How blessed I am. However, the past few nights Henry has been waking up every few hours. Probably to check on me. Sweet child...The highlight of the trip happened on the way home. We stopped off at a farm on the side of the road to buy a pumpkin. Well actually we just wanted to take a picture of Henry in the pumpkin patch (we already bought a pumpkin at Safeway), but we felt like complete city-dwellers so opted to spring for a pumpkin. We met "Al, the farmer" on his riding-mower and he told us that the pumpkins were "...around the side". When we were finished picking out the pumpkin and the photo-shoot (I know, embarrassing-but how cute are these pics?), we walked back around and decided to let Henry visit the animals and have a chat with Al the farmer. We paid for the pumpkin ($2.00-really!!).
While Henry giggled at the turkeys and the burros, Al told us about himself and the farm and the land that he and his family had worked for many many years-which spreads about as far as the eye can see. Next to the fenced-in animals the land dips into a valley which he said he has decided to turn back into wetlands which would enable the area to be protected. How beautiful is that? Very cool. I hope Henry continues to cross paths and be influenced by people like this.
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