Busch Gardens had set up a pumpkin patch for the kids to run through. Ali couldn't pick a pumpkin if her life depended on it. She'd pick one up then drop it for the next one, 20 pumpkins later we were still pumpkinless. I see so much of me in her. The same indecisiveness, maybe that one is better, its rounder but this one is a prettier orange, but this one has a nicer stem and this one sits flatter... and on and on. So I get her, I get everything about her. She is mine, from her basic genetic makeup, she is mine.
There is no denying the passage of time. When I first bought the Busch Gardens passes Aliya was just a little older than Kaden is now. On this most recent trip the time lapse was so apparent because she was now riding the rides on her own. All by herself. Without anyone. And she was laughing the whole time!
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