how big is your pumpkin?
But how amazing to revisit the same coastal patch, year after year, and literally measure her growth. Stubby pigtails, teetering her way around the gourds. First rubber boots mucking through the mud. Siblings in jean jackets, silly-grinned sister grabbing chubby baby's neck. Hiatus. And we're back, visiting with Grandma [isn't she lovely?], exploring and enjoying and growing.
Ahh life; isn't growth just so beautiful?
It's not just the pumpkins that are growing.
I was recently complimented on "stating things with grace."
I have not let the Halloween candy win.
I refuse to carry a family burden.
I see beauty in the rain.
I am learning things on the intimidation list.
I invite growing old.
I am coming home to myself,
to whom God intended me to be. That's a mighty big pumpkin.