These two having been planning this moment for months...ever since July humidity wilted us and mosquito bites were our summer anklets...These two have been discussing Halloween. More importantly the only important aspect of Halloween: the outfits. It was back and forth and something new every week. At first it was medieval princesses, lady bugs, mermaids, and then finally hodge podge ensembles were decided on : The butterfly and the Sea Princess.
I'm not into all the death, gore, and spook of Halloween (well we are always in the game when it comes to pranking each other) But we are into the dress up and candy.
It felt like another holiday this year. My husband equally matching the girls enthusiasm.
And it was finally a warm, mild Halloween night. Its been awhile since we've enjoyed instead of shivered our way through one. Girls passing out candy at church, posing for pictures, and wondering why their grandparents did not dress up? Why would anyone not dress up? They have one grandma who has promised to reform her ways and do better next year. And a granddaddy who was informed that he looked just like an "invisible man" by the name of Dusty Galaggly (who resides in the imagination of a five year old) so he could easily be Dusty for Halloween.
It was a beautiful night...30 year old husband running around the church parking lot on a scooter in costume, candy passed out with love by the bucket, pictures snapped, a prissy purple butterfly and a turquoise sea princess lugging heavy pillowcases of candy. That Last October evening blossomed in homemade bread dipped in spicy soup and children dancing around in costume with five tootsie rolls crammed in their mouths, chocolate dripping down their chins....thats the story behind the scenes.
Oh and one detail not forgotten : the unfortunate bag of plastic mice that my husband armed himself with at the Halloween store and that I routinely find throughout my day : the salad bowl, my purse, behind the couch...thanks honey...this is great anti-fear therapy for my rodent phobia