About a week ago, Just Jed (it's been just about a year since he got home from his mission) and I joined our ward in visiting a semi-local (about 35 minutes away in Santaquin) pumpkin patch and farm. First of all, we had bad directions and got lost. But other people in our ward had the same directions, so we found each other and slowly made our way to the big red barn and hopped on a crammed hayride! It was lovely. The sky was rapidly darkening, and it was getting pretty cold, but you know I loved it anyway. So we got to the patch and all of the couples darted off in different directions trying to find the perfect pumpkin. Jed was really cute. He would find a good one, pick it up, and tell me why it was good. We would assess it.. then he'd carry it around until we found an even better one. Then he'd drop the old one and pick up the new one... he'd tell me why this one was perfect, then we'd assess it together. It was really fun. We ended up picking a tall one and a short fat round one. I told him he was the tall one.... and well, I was the other one. ;)
Eventually, we all loaded back on the hayride (which included no hay at all), and headed to the big red barn, which is where you pay for your pumpkins. As we were walking to the car to get our money, I said.. "Jed, I would be totally ok with not buying these." and He said he felt the same way. So after all that hard work, we just left the pumpkins on a bale of hay with some pumpkin friends. We just didn't want to spend the measly $5. We are slightly pathetic.
Also, 5,000 people asked us if we were feeling better. It made me feel loved.
After all, the fun part is picking the pumpkins out, right?
This is jed walking around with "the perfect pumkin"
We thought these were the ones...
Then we thought these were the ones!
But theeeese ended up being the ones!
And THIS guy is MY one and only!