The hayride couldn't have been more beautiful, though it was a bit unyielding and uncomfortable for my baby-in-tow and I. In fact, by the end, I thought I might not be able to stand up! Several more rides were given, even some by moonlight, and I would surely have enjoyed that one immensely, but I just couldn't bear to climb on board again!
Corynn's faithful sidekick.
For days leading up to our visit, Little Miss anxiously anticipated playing with her friend Zachary again; from the moment they were reunited, they didn't leave each others' side.
She's got good taste, by the way.
The Panda, always near a bonfire and sporting a thrifted pair of Carhart overalls. I bought them when he was just a baby, and anticipated the day when they would actually fit. They do now, and it hardly seems possible.