The crisp autumn air brushes your cheeks as you step out of the car, your seven-month-old daughter, Charlotte, nestled in your arms. Tom comes around, his hand resting gently on your back as he beams down at you both. His excitement is palpable as he points towards the sprawling pumpkin patch ahead, a place brimming with childhood memories for him.

“This is the one,” he says, his voice filled with nostalgia. “I used to come here with my mum every October.”

You glance at the endless rows of bright orange pumpkins and the quaint little farmhouses surrounding the patch, the scent of cinnamon and autumn leaves filling the air. Tom’s eyes light up as he takes it all in, and you can’t help but smile at how much this means to him.

“Let’s find the perfect pumpkin for Charlotte’s first Halloween,” he says, leaning down to kiss the top of her head.

Charlotte giggles in response, her tiny hands reaching up for him. You pass her over to Tom, and he effortlessly lifts her, cradling her close as he guides you towards the patch. Watching him with her, your heart swells with love. There’s something so special about seeing him share this moment with your daughter, passing down the magic of his childhood to her.

As you walk through the patch, Tom points out the best pumpkins, showing Charlotte the ones he used to pick as a boy. The sun filters through the trees, casting a golden glow over the three of you. Charlotte’s eyes are wide with wonder, and you laugh softly as Tom bends down to let her touch a small pumpkin.

“Think this one will do?” he asks, grinning up at you, his eyes sparkling with happiness.