It's the rainy pumpkin patch, Charlie Brown.

On Saturday afternoon, I forced Wheat to do something really stupid: accompany me to a pumpkin patch in the pouring rain.

In my defense, it was only drizzling when we left for Russell Farms. I had my mind set on scratching something off my fall bucket list, so even when it started pouring on our way, there was no turning back. We spent a decent amount of time in the farm store, trying to wait out the rain, buying smelling fall-scented candles, and petting pygmy goats. Seriously, can I have one?

When we finally came to terms with the fact that the rain wasn't stopping anytime soon, we sucked it up and cuddled together on the hayride to the pumpkin patch. Thanks to the rain and wind, we wasted no time picking our pumpkins before heading right back to the store.

Covered in mud and soaking wet, we hopped back in the car and blasted the heat. Unfortunately, we both have head colds now (he had one before), but we also have a couple pumpkins on our porch to show for our efforts. Dedication to the bucket list, folks. That's how you get it done.

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If I'm being honest with myself, I'm afraid of a lot of things (moths, bumblebees, and sharks to name a few). But by far and away, my biggest fear is suffering. That's why I'm a hypochondriac, that's why I'm terrified of cancer and other diseases, and that's why the last year has been the worst of my life. I'm also absolutely terrified of dying. I'm so envious of people that say they aren't afraid to die. Even if you believe in an afterlife, wouldn't you be scared of something like that? Even though every single one of us dies, isn't it scary to do something that no one can prepare you for?

Finally, I'm really scared of losing those I love. I know that's a fear for everyone, but I take that fear to a new, almost debilitating level. If I text my brother and he doesn't answer, I'm scared he got in a car accident. If I sense something off in my mom's voice, I instantly suspect something horrible has happened. I make everyone text me when they get home, I tell everyone I love them whenever I leave them, and it all stems from my ridiculous fear.

What is your biggest fear?