As we rolled into the gravel driveway of Young's Dairy I felt the shift. I noticed smiles on faces, excitement in their voices.
I saw the scale start to tip in favor of happiness. Grumpiness was on its way out.
I love this picture of Gabe. It's his I-can-carry-this-heavy-load-all-on-my-own face. And I love that I'm his mama and I know his many expressions.
My eyes jumped from face to face to face as I watched smiles light up those little faces.
The rest of the day went off without a hitch.
There was a hayride where we spied evergreens quietly growing. Stretching their branches, waiting patiently for their moment to shine come December.
I watched as big brother secured little sister in the crook of his arm while they rambled along on the barrel ride.
And a slingshot pumpkin game. How fun!
Of course it wouldn't be a trip to Young's without ice cream.
In the end happiness won. Making fun, making memories. Just the way I like it.
Gotta love that!