Wearing warmer clothes you walked among the rows of pumpkins looking for the perfect one to take him and carve. John pushed the wheelbarrow behind you as he watched you excitedly search for a nice pumpkin.

"We've been here for almost an hour already," He said, "At this point, I'm pretty sure the perfect pumpkin doesn't exist love."

He let out an exasperated sigh but smiled at your determined expression and continued to follow you with the wheelbarrow.