Normally, I love hate Halloween. Something about the changing of seasons-summer turns to fall, the air turns cooler, Walmart stocks their aisles with candy, and our house gets toilet-papered (thanks guys-you know who you are!), brings back memories. Sometimes I wish I could skip this month.
Many of you may not know, but on Halloween morning nine years ago I lost my dad to a heart attack. I was eighteen. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to face in my life so far. Ever since, I can’t help but remember that day as this time of year rolls around.
As I child, I loved Halloween. I was so excited to pick out the best costume ever. I loved glitter, face paint, wigs, and of course, the candy. It was a holiday we always spent as a family trick-or-treating, then giving out candy at our own house. My dad, always the goof-ball, would invent crazy costumes and dress up with us. He would even hide in bushes to make scary noises as kids came up to the door. Crazy, I know. But we loved it and will always remember those times.
Well, this year is different. I have my own child. And it is her first Halloween. I guess you could say I’ve had a change of heart about this holiday. Yes, I remember the significance of it and how it changed my family forever. But it is a fresh slate for Faith. I want her to have fun, enjoy her candy, and make lots of memories with us as a family too.
We’ve been trying on costumes because I want her to have the best one too! I think she’s pretty pumped about it! I know I am…I mean, how you could resist such a cute baby?