I love that the pumpkins Tony worked diligently to grow have provided us with so many memory-making photo-ops.
I love that we have great friends to share the pumpkin fun with.
I love that I came home to a perfectly baked chicken, and that I didn't have to bake it.
I love that my children have a wonderful grandma who will take care of them when they have an ear infection.
I love communal eating.
I love how everyone supports us in rationalizing with the irrational Noni when she won't eat, because really we all just want her to be healthy.
I love watching the intensity of loved ones when they carve pumpkins.
I love how Lexi has deep-rooted stories with our family.
I love the gruesome giggle Nadia makes when she squeezes the pumpkins innards.
I love how Aidan sets Sara up for classic one-liners and she returns the favor.
I love that my kids are old enough to be trusted with carving tools (mostly).
I love how we can bounce from deep philosophical conversation to laughing our patooties off at completely inane, completely inappropriate potty humor.
I love how carved pumpkins smell when they are cooking from their little candles.
I love how meticulously Aidan picks out the seeds so he can roast them.
I love how Trevor has a recipe for bacon-flavored pumpkin seeds.
I love how everyone was patient with me while I insisted that every candle was lit and re-lit for a commemorating photo.
but oddly enough, I really can't stand the process of carving pumpkins.