This past weekend, we finally made it out for our annual apple picking adventure. Eva had a blast running through the rows of trees, and choosing the reddest of apples from her prime seat on Daddy’s shoulders. My family isn’t exactly the sentimental type. We generally don’t keep a lot of momentos around, or feel like there’s anything we have to do during the holidays. But that’s all out the window when it comes to apple pickin’!
I still remember our first trip together as a family. Eva was about 4 months old, and did not think apple picking was all that awesome. She cried the whole time, but did enjoy the apple sauce we made with our bounty all winter long. Year two, she was a bit more mobile and excited to help. She proudly collected lots of rotten apples from the ground, we didn’t have the heart to tell her those would not be going home with us. Last year, my tiny girl ate at least 6 apples while the rest of us picked and carried. She was such a delighted, sticky person by the time we paid for our mountain of apples. Find pictures of years past after the jump!
I get all weepy mommy thinking about how much Eva has grown and changed, and how lucky we are to have her in our family. We’re so fortunate to have all this natural beauty exists less than an hour from our home. Apple picking is a family tradition I hope we continue for many years to come.