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.