Treats

What's not to like about Halloween? Jilli is at the golden age where she loves dressing up and gets a kick out of the decorations. She knocks on doors and shouts for treats and says thank you every single time. But she also doesn't realize the candy tally if mom and dad eat 60% (who are we kidding? ...75%) of the good candy. She's content with the 'lilypops' and the skittles. And Rory, I know there has never been a cuter ladybug. Anywhere.

We made a surprise visit to see Gram and Papa and then trick or treated through the neighborhood with Josh, Erin and Hazel. Like the double stroller last week, this week the transportation of choice was the wagon. Candy getting was second to its red charms. I carried Rory the entire way and she was a trooper, given that she is usually in bed and asleep before 6:30.

I love Halloween; the chill in the air and the smell of burning leaves make me giddy. But mostly I revel in the community of people who decorate and pass out treats to children who are most often strangers to them. Jilli and I went to the carwash this morning and while we were waiting we talked to a mom and her daughter. I asked the little girl, maybe a year older than Jilli, what she dressed up as last night. "An angel" she said. I told her I was certain she was a beautiful angel. "She was," her mother said, with nostalgia in her voice for a night just a few hours gone. I know exactly how she felt. My little angels were a pink witch riding a unicorn and a ladybug and they were the most beautiful girls ever.