Baby Pumpkin

B and I are not big into Halloween (except when I get to take advantage of chocolate candies) but this year, we (I) were set on pumpkin carving together for the first time.  We went to Trader Joe’s to get some milk and decided to get a pumpkin there as well.  For only $3.99, you could pick any “generic” pumpkin you wanted from the bin.  The specialty ones with different colors, stripes, and bumps were three dollars more.  Well, we probably waited too late given that it was only 2 weeks before Halloween and many of the non-specialty pumpkins had white fuzzy moldy stems and bruised sides.  B prohibited me from digging through the bin of heavy orange gourds myself so I helped him seek out the prettiest roundest non-moldy stemmed pumpkin.  Originally my greedy self wanted to carve three – one for me, one for B, and one for baby.  But I had mercy on B and said we would just take one.  The first one I thought I wanted ended up being flat on one side.  The second one I thought I wanted had beige warty patches.  Then finally, after B had shifted these pumpkins from one side of the bin and back, I spotted the perfect pumpkin – at the very bottom.  If I had married any lesser of a gentleman, I am sure by that point I would have either been abandoned at Trader Joe’s or yelled into the car with a non-perfect pumpkin.

Anyhoo, we carried our perfect baby pumpkin-to-be home and carved it two nights ago.  I googled, “cute pumpkin faces” and “baby pumpkin” for inspiration.  Not very innovative searches, but I ended up finding something I liked and tweeked it a little to make it as cute as I could.  I sharpied the design onto the pumpkin (after getting B’s approval) and B used his expert carving skills to make my vision come to life.  We took turns scooping out the gooey stringy innards and after much chipping away…

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Since we are the cheesy couple that we are, we could not help but pose in this way with our baby pumpkin.  In case you are not familiar with this pose, we are poking at her dimples.



Fall-ing in Love

Fall is my favorite timeFalling Leaves of year.  The cooler winds and changing foliage brings with it loads of harvest foods and gusts of tantalizing baking spices.  Since my 6th month of pregnancy, I have been walking instead of running in the mornings to keep myself and baby healthy.  I have learned to enjoy the slower pace and to soak in the beauty of this season.

One day while strolling down the trail path at the nearby park, the breeze gently broke off leaf stems from nearby trees.  As the multi-colored leaves dropped to the floor, I thought about how much grace was present in their last descent.  One by one, the aged leaves danced their last dance while twirling and sashaying peacefully to the floor.  They served their purpose well this year and it was time for them to rest.  This reminded me of the verse from Ecclesiastes 3:1 (ESV):

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven.

When I walk, B reminds meleaves on the floor to always look at the ground and to keep my toes up so that I avoid falling on my face.  His concerns are not entirely unwarranted given that I tripped over my own feet two months ago and had to be led hobbling home with two sorry knees.  In the fall, the trail path is carpeted with the leaves of nearby trees.  The vibrant colors that decorate the floor reminded me of confetti.  It was as if the trees decided to throw a big party in celebration of a year well done.  The remnants of their festivities made me smile.  Plus, I get to make crunchy noises while I walk through the forest.

At the moment, my life path is leading me towards a junction with divergent crossroads.  I am still learning to be a wife and to be a teacher.  Both these roles and callings are new for me (having practiced for about 1.5 years now).  I am just starting to learn how to be a daughter-in-law and will soon be learning how to be a mother.  For many weeks, the combination (or collision) of these roles have been daunting to me.  Can I fulfill them all?  Do I continue to pursue them all?  Some are without options as to whether I will persevere in them, but my career direction is one that may be redirected.  But this is the season that the Lord has provided and I pray that I rejoice in the matters that He wisely gives.