Pumpkins

My husband’s family grew pumpkins while he was growing up. With that came an annual pumpkin carving party to “use up” any pumpkins they hadn’t sold (they grew around an acre of pumpkins).

When Ben’s parents separated and we purchased our house. We kept that tradition alive. It has always been one of our favorite “chores” to go purchase a slew of pumpkins for the event every year.

Having little ones has made it even more fun. The determinations they make for the perfect pumpkin are both hilarious and awesome.

We have made a tradition of taking a picture for each of their first times on this venture. Even though we dont have a house and will be forgoing the party this year we decided to still spend an afternoon at the pumpkin patch.

It was so fun to wonder around with them choosing their perfect pumpkin. An incredible afternoon of being together.

And we needed to get the perfect photo of Lincoln for his first time.

Which one is your favorite? I will be putting it on the wall, after we have a wall again, with the three girls.

A Beginning

Welcome! My name is Danica.
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It has been a long, hard summer to say the very least. A hard last two years really, but that is a long list of stories for another day. But over the last few weeks it has begun to hit me that we are walking a tight rope towards everything we have been working so hard for (more on that later). I am an emotional wreck. I have had several people tell me to start a blog to document everything that we are encountering.

At first I thought, “Like I have time for a blog.” But after some more thought I realized it could be the perfect opportunity to document the highs, lows, happiness, struggles, ridiculousness and contentment that we are striving and fighting for every day.

I also thought this could be a place where I can simply just be me with my love of my family, books, cooking, cleaning, writing, singing….. every facet of who I am. So I don’t know how often I am going to write yet, but I am going to write. I am going to use this as a means of therapy you might say. If you want to follow along, I welcome you on this journey.