Last weekend we went to the Pumpkin Patch. We had tons of fun, but I was an emotional wreck when we first arrived. The last time I had visited the pumpkin patch was with Karissa. I took her in the same red Radio Flyer wagon as you see pictured here.
Since she has passed away and before the boys were born, Mark and I rode our bikes past the very same pumpkin patch countless times. I can still remember the first time I passed the pumpkin patch. I started crying, remember the sweet memories of my girl who was no longer with me, all while trying not to crash on my bike. I remember being so mad at Mark that he made us ride past the pumpkin patch. From then on, when we rode our bikes past that same place, I would just look down or away.
I never imagined that 4 years later I would go back to the same place with my amazing little boys. It was such a fun day and I know Karissa was smiling down on us from heaven.
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| ~Karissa in the little red wagon~ |
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| ~My little angel~ |
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| ~Me and my amazing little boys!~ |
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| ~Preston looks just like Karissa in this picture~ |
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~Brothers~
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| ~Ethan~ |
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