I love Halloween.
I do not love to be scared. (Please never jump out at me unless you want me to pee my pants and possibly utter a few choice words.) So I don't love the really scary or gory costumes. My boys will never wear a Freddy or a Scream mask.
But I love pumpkins and costumes and trick-or-treating. I love the planning of what to be and the anticipation of collecting the candy. I love how excited Bubby was about it this year all. month. long.
Some of my best childhood memories were Halloween. Almost every year my mom made my costumes, my favorite being the two years I dressed up as Snow White. Thanksgiving and Christmas are pretty screwed up for divorced kids, but I do not think I have ever cried on Halloween. Even with things how they stand right now with my father, I still think fondly of all of the years he traipsed around half of the Quad Cities with my brother and I and our pillowcases for every minute available for trick-or-treating.
This year my boys were Captain Hook and Peter Pan. We did the zoo last week and the library this morning. We trick-or-treated at the mall tonight. Then we hit up our local mega church for their big party (However we didn't stay there long because I am not a fan of my kids on inflatables when they are still at an age where I may have to climb on there with them.) On top of that, I think we have instituted a new tradition - pizza after trick-or-treating.
I know many people disagree with me on this holiday, and that is fine. To each their own. I struggle with Santa ,and other people do not. I will never do Elf on the Shelf, but I may figure out how to add The Great Pumpkin somehow next year. The four of us had a lot of fun this week, and I also have a bag full of candy on my kitchen counter. Win-win. Halloween remains one of my favorite days.
Oh, and I'm already taking suggestions for next year's costumes.