Last Monday was our annual Family Night apple pick. Brian graced us with his presence for the pick by flying in for the day and flying right out that night. His schedule has been crazy but we were thrilled to have him with us.
Chase was unable to join us because of the JV football team at Trinity that same day and we weren’t organized to go earlier in the day when he was home.
Apple picking is usually when I take my annual family photo but I didn’t have it in me to coordinate clothes and hair for Elizabeth…so we went as is and missed the shot….we couldn’t have done it with one kid missing either.
The trip became strictly about apples and having fun on our little annual tradition that we have been doing since our kids have been near babes in arms.
Hillary was excited because she was days away from her college tour out at BYU. She is definitely ready for a change and is counting down to end of her time here at home. Just typing that almost puts me in tears.
I did manage to pull off this photo of the kids that represent fall….but again we are missing one.
Brian is sort of funny when we get out in the field and he gets some fresh air. I do believe that this his favorite event of the year. Frankly, these are some of the best apples you will ever eat.
The kids love this guy and he is one of the best dad’s around. I couldn’t have picked a more caring, loving father for my kids. We are one lucky family! #feelingblessed
For days after, Elizabeth reminded me that we needed to have a bunny as a pet…..let’s keep thinking about that.
The rest of the day was apples, $12.00 gingerbread cookies…but oh, so worth it, a few photos here and there as we were picking and then it was off to Chase’s game.
Noah and Hillary are my biggest apple eaters on a daily basis and I love them most when they are in apple crisp….just writing that makes me want to get up and make it right now.
Every year I have to have a little moment with my guy….sorry for the PG 13 rating on the blog! I am rarely in the photos due to my job as mom/photographer…but I love the couple of shots I have kissing my guy, I hope the kids always remember how much I was in love with him and how happy he makes me.
And then it was over…all to quick and another year of our tradition is deeply engrained and we realize that our kids are growing up and in a decade it might just be Brian and I as two old people eating an apple by ourselves. That thought right there is painful. Every apple pick counts now, every tradition matters.
Time is precious…..we love parenting, raising children and being in a family unit……Pure joy!