Happy spookiest day of the year, my dears!
First, I need to announce the winner of the drawing from last Wednesday’s blog about Halloween costumes. I got such a kick out of your stories. Thank you for sharing them. You are a brave and generous bunch. Just know that the winner was chosen by a random number generator, and not by comment content.
And the winner is…Lily Smith! Lily, please drop me an email at email@example.com so I can send you your books.
Gosh, I miss living in a place with trick-or-treaters, and having little trick-or-treaters at home. I’ve never been one of those people who thinks Halloween is Satan’s birthday, or is anything but a bit of made-up fun. It’s a delightful tradition, and I’ve been pleased to see the post circulating on Facebook about being kind to trick-or-treaters who might be a bit older, or a little different.
One of my favorite Halloween memories is of taking our daughter trick-or-treating dressed like a pumpkin when she was about 18 months old. We were visiting my parents where they lived in Poquoson, Virginia, and the night was filled with laughter and excited children. She was fascinated. And the grown-ups got to eat all the candy! There were so many more fun memories to come, especially after her little brother was born. A life is made up of single days, single memories.