Lately I have been working on my pictures, and I have had so much fun looking at some old ones. When I saw this one I couldn't help but smile, because of the story behind it. When Landon was in Kindergarten his teacher sent him home with a seed. I asked him what it was and he said it was a flower. It was the first summer I had lived in this house and thought, "perfect, I will put it in the front flower bed" since I was doing the landscaping there. Well the thing started growing, and growing, and pretty soon I realized this was no flower. It was a pumpkin. Have you ever grown a pumpkin??? This was one little pumpkin seed. One. And it took over my entire flowerbed. Once you have planted your child's seed that they got from their teacher, there is no pulling it up. I prayed it would die. It just kept growing. Needless to say, the landscaping had to wait until the next spring to be done.

This picture is one of those that tugs at my heartstrings. It's one of those that reminds me as a mother that someday I'm going to miss all of this. Look at him standing over there so proud of what he has grown. He was six years old then. We just celebrated his twelth birthday a couple weeks ago. He's taller than me, smarter than me, and he no longer brings home seeds in a Dixie cup.