There would be ten more that showed a more truthful reality (note my fake smile, Maryn not paying attention, and Brady being grumpy):
They might start out cute, but there was always a point when it would start to break down:
Real life is rarely an Instagram shot, all lovely and filtered. It's gritty and moody and often surprisingly beautiful if we are willing to give up our expectations of how it "should" be.
I spent seven years forcing my family into a tradition that no one seemed to enjoy (even me). The image in my head of my little pumpkins in the fields doesn't match reality and I had to let it go. A day of family fighting for the shot at one decent picture to document a false reality was no longer worth it.
Sometimes sanctuary is found in freeing ourselves from expectations that have instead become unreasonable burdens. Today, instead of the pumpkin patch, we went to a country store that has our favorite ice cream. Even better, they also sell pumpkins. Our kids were much happier selecting two little pumpkins, eating ice cream, and then monkeying around in a tree outside than they ever were on a hayride search for the great pumpkin. And what do you know, I even got a cute picture in the deal.