We went to the pumpkin patch today. After an incredibly uncomfortable hayride--hayrides, for the record, are for children, only a small child can appreciate being poked in the rear with an errant piece of hay--we were let out at a pumpkin patch where we could select our own pumpkin after much deliberation. Haven chose this beauty. And four others. Although only one gets to go home with us. Here is where the title of this post comes in. This is Molly and Haven (and Molly's sweet Mama, Felisa in the background). Molly and Haven love to hug each other. But, sometimes, the venue doesn't cater to affection.
The ground is rather uneven and their hug ended up in a tackle. It was pretty funny. Instead of picking them up off the ground, I took a picture. It's one of the most enthusiastic hugs I've seen in awhile.