One Sunday after church, we headed out to pick pumpkins. Nothing fancy: a local farm, a field of pumpkins, a wheelbarrow, two kids and a puppy. Sunshine. Joy. Happiness.
Costumes were designed and made, worn on Friday to school and again on Halloween.
Pumpkins glowed and shone in the night.
Mr. Man's X-eyes.
Little Miss' screamin' pumpkin.
In all, it was a fun, fun night.