I was so proud to show off Little B's costume - a mish-mash of borrowed, store bought, and a homemade tutu that could not have been easier to make. My cute little witch walking on her own with her chunky legs wrapped in striped knit and a trail of purple glitter falling behind her. She made me smile as I thought "this is one of those moments to file away in the memory bank of life." She loved Halloween. Yep, I breathe a sigh of relief knowing that she has inherited the Halloween gene.
I love the magic of Halloween. Adults with child-like enthusiasm. Kids so excited to show off their costumes. Porches dressed up with kitschy, spooky decorations. Neighbors opening their doors for a bit of oohing and aahing. Candy wrappers everywhere as we all indulge in a little sugar. This is what it is all about people.
Even though this was Little B's second Halloween, it was the first one where we felt that she could really participate in. And while the Halloween season is over, I am giddy with anticipation for next year's festivities where she will understand it a little more.
And of course, Halloween is the appetizer in the feast of seasonal celebrations. With Thanksgiving coming up and Christmas quickly following, the holidays take on a new meaning to me this year. While past holidays have always been about what everybody else wants (parents, siblings, aunts, uncles), this year the focus will shift to the traditions that David and I want to begin with our new family. I can just sense it. We are at the beginning of something really great. And that makes me happy to be right here, right now, in this moment.