This week has been filled with several fun events with my beau Henry. Last weekend we spent a glorious autumn afternoon and evening at a local farm. We got lost in a corn maze in the shape of Taylor Swift, slid down slides like children and ate kettle corn while watching fireworks. It was a magnificent, magical day. Perfectly perfect.
Last night we joined 50 or so friends for a hayride and bonfire at the local pumpkin patch near where I live. Henry took some vacation time and we were packed and ready to go before our anticipated departure time. The host of the party, a teacher friend with two kids, took the ribbing about his excessively planned out directions and multiple emails in good fun and the evening was fabulous. We settled into two large hay wagons and began the evening with a nighttime ride through the not so spooky ground of the farm laughing and telling stories and making new friends while also snuggling and gazing up at the deep dark starry night. The wagons dropped us off at our bonfire site and the fire was already blazing. Grilled hot dogs and various goodies that make up the fun of potluck was enjoyed by all and the soothing and mesmerizing fire lent a familiar ambiance and memories of wood fires from the past.
We had electricity at our site and the brother of the host set up his dj equipment so we rocked and boogied and danced in the moon light and fire light. The weather was beyond perfect with only a few layers needed to be toasty and warm. The kids ran around with glow sticks and I wondered out loud how my thirteen years at this school had yielded several marriages and a cropful of children many now 5 and 6 years old. Henry and I were the newest couple and teased affectionately and he was once again impressed by the circle of friends I have. Under the waning moon I thanked God for my blessings and wonderful abundance in my life. It is well with my soul.
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