I remember picking apples with my grandmother when I was a kid. We try to take Hazel to the apple orchard each year. We didn't make it until that last weekend of the season this year, but at least we made it. It's another family outing that Henry will not get to do again. So it was important to me that we take him.
There is a small train pulled by a tractor that the kids get to ride. Hazel loves it and rode with one of her friends. This family has been by our side every weekend since we found out about Henry. Thank you Jesus for friends to stand with us in this time.
We picked out a half peck of apples, some cider and apple pecan bread. It was still pretty cold, so we didn't stay too long. It was just nice to be at the orchard with my family, enjoying tradition. We met our friends at a nearby restaurant for dinner afterward. I shared some southern fired chicken with Hazel, and we got some chocolate cake to go.
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