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.
|~Karissa in the little red wagon~|
|~My little angel~|
|~Me and my amazing little boys!~|
|~Preston looks just like Karissa in this picture~|