When You Know You Raised Them Right

Yesterday, Queen B and Katie went to the pumpkin patch. No big deal, right? I mean, it's October, that's what kids do in October, right? Sure. But my "kids" are twenty-two years old. Still, they went to the patch, posed for selfies, picked the perfect pumpkins, and then, went home to carve jack-o-lanterns with Mikey, who, it should be noted, just turned twenty-one earlier this month.

This is how I know that all those years of dragging them to the pumpkin patch and corn maze and Stampede, and every other annual thing that we did, has made an impact on their adult selves. This is how I know that all of those traditions that Hugh and I worked so hard to instill in them actually "took".

This is how I know that they will be alright, and that makes my mama heart happier than you can imagine.