Because I was handed the bag when I was told I had to pay admission just to pick apples—but they weren’t included. Because despite the price, the orchard is a short distance from our house, and we haven’t gone yet. Because I also thought they had a pumpkin patch in the back, so I thought I could kill two birds with one stone. Because we had been arguing all weekend about how we only spend time at home. Because I reasoned away the price due to “family fun.”

Because I was willing to pay anything to make the bickering stop. Because I remembered how it felt when I argued with my mom. Because to me, the gift of an idyllic childhood in the fall included picking your apples, climbing trees, carving pumpkins, and smiles.

Because I was desperate to sacrifice to the idol of picturesque family time.

Because the electronics were beginning to drive me crazy at home. Because I didn’t realize how often I spent time on my phone. Because instead of having self-control, I kept crossing the boundary of my own phone usage. Because it’s easy to forget that all they desire is a chance with me. Because guilt is a powerful motivator.

Because love pushes me towards motivating grace.

Because I wanted to count the years left of watching them frolic through fields. Because, yes was so easy at that moment. Because my kids perked up when the thought of apple cider donuts was on the horizon.

Because those apples are still as crisp as when we bought them a week ago.

Because I get to share the apples with you—but maybe we’ll buy them at the grocery store next time.

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