While waiting for the light to turn green, I looked over into the Flowerama parking lot to see a mother and father loading at least a dozen pumpkins into their hatchback. Peeking over the backseat to supervise was a very young face of about three or four years old.  

The child’s eyes were obviously lit up with excitement over the orange treasures.

As a child I remember our family carving pumpkins. I don’t recall carving another pumpkin until I had sons of my own.  When it was time to carve the pumpkins, the boys were terribly excited.  I merely went through the motions deeming it my paternal duty.
Seeing the young child’s expression this morning prodded a renewed attitude about those orange treasures.  
It’s just those little things. 

Even the small, misshapen orange treasures.