The following year, we went back and it was a whole new world. Selby (16 mo.) ran all over the pumpkin patch, visited the petting zoo and danced to the country music. She too was captivated.At two, Selby rode a pony, painted a gourd and traversed the mini corn maze.Last year, Selby (3 yrs.) rode the tractor-pulled kiddie train and gobbled up pumpkin ice cream and pumpkin pie (me too at 9 months pregnant!). Too bad my photos of this day were lost in a computer crash. This year, we introduced our newest little pumpkin to the festival! Sage (11 mo.) experienced her first pumpkin patch photo shoot with 4-year-old Selby... and the cycle begins again. The fun, the food, the photos - it's all a part of the richness of the Pumpkin Festival. But it's the custom itself that I love so. It serves as a yearly reminder to be present in the moment, to be grateful for the blessings of the past year, and to look forward to the opportunities of the year to come. This is the beauty of tradition, which promises some constancy in an ever-evolving world. I'd love to hear what family traditions you have and what they mean to you.