Pumpkin Theory

You should know, first of all, that this story happened long enough ago that I don't remember it - all I know is what my mother has told me.

When I was very young - preschool, I believe, but certainly no older than kindergarten - my class went on a field trip to the pumpkin patch for Halloween. We were supposed to spend all afternoon selecting a pumpkin but I hopped off the hayride, looked around at pumpkins for about five minutes, and found the best pumpkin at the entire pumpkin patch. My mother asked me if I wanted to look at the rest of the pumpkins before choosing and my response was the five year old version of "why? I've already found the best one, let's not waste time."

I'm bad at metaphors - I'm really quite horrible with them, but the connection I'm trying to make here is to my love life. My relationship with Woody is already the most serious I've ever been in. I am thrilled about this and I've never been happier; he is the kindest and most thoughtful person I've ever known and I feel so lucky to have him in my life.

Let me be clear: I'm not calling my boyfriend a pumpkin, that is way too Cinderella and implies he will be gone by midnight. I do keep telling him I feel like I am living a fairy tale, though. From our very first night together there has been adventure & laughter and I knew right away that this was special.

Anyway, what I'm trying to say is this: I've always been pretty good at knowing what I like and what I want. I think there is something to be said for knowing when something is right and letting your heart dictate how you feel.

And this feels like the best thing that has ever happened to me, like the start of the biggest adventure of my life.