‘We could always grab pumpkins ‘case we get bored,’ I’d said, never guessing where it would lead.

Next day while running errands and doing chores, though, I got a call.

‘Where are you? We’re washing pumpkins! How do you cook the seeds?’

‘Home…’ I said. ‘Pan fry them…’ And when he argued I let it go. After all, he’d listened, remembered, and done! I was impressed. ‘I’ll be there in a minute,’ I said, and reached for my keys.

The front door was locked when I got there so I went around back. ‘If I dropped everything for nothing…!’ I thought as I went through the gate. And then, I saw what he’d done…

My boyfriend, his brother, their buddy and his little girl were all there with buddy’s lady friend. They had tunes and beer and had ‘gutted’ the pumpkins. Ever practical, my BF had also provided ‘washing buckets’ and ‘gut buckets’ and was barbequing the seeds as they worked.

‘You rock!’ I laughed, amazed, and dove in.

Of course, it wasn’t long before the friendly competition started. ‘Be one with the pumpkin!’ Lady Friend coached. ‘Mine’s gonna win,’ Baby Girl opined, while her Daddy claimed his was the best.

An hour or more later we’d dragged all the Jack’O’Lanterns into the garage to light and judge them.

Carving pumpkins might have been my idea, but my BF’s the one who rocked it. I’ve carved a few pumpkins in my years, but I’ve never had so much fun as I did this year.

The next day – Halowe’en – we went for the walk I suggested too. I’d herd of a place called Heartland Forrest, and wanted to check it out, so my BF and I took a stroll. We had the park to ourselves and enjoyed checking out the decorations volunteers had scattered along the trails. It was cold, but sunny, and again I had a blast! Thanks to my boyfriend, I’ve got a new reason to love Hallowe’en and now I can’t wait for next year <|: )