I have never been a huge fan of Halloween. I mean, I love a lot of things about Halloween. Like candy corn, for example. And roasted pumpkin seeds. But I've never been one to go all out with decorations and a costume.
And while this year was no different when it came to decor and my outfit (I very lamely threw together something to play Pippi's sidekick, Annika), my love for Halloween has grown exponentially. I told Lewis at the end of the night, "Halloween is going to be big in this family."
After three days of back-to-back Halloween events — office party, boo night at the nearby elementary school, "howloween" at the zoo and halloween at the Multnomah Village shops — we took Sophie out tonight for her first time trick-or-treating. We decided to go to the neighborhood we hope we'll be living in. (What great timing to be able to scope out the neighbors and the vibe! Verdict: we MUST get a house there, but more on that later...)
As we were trick-or-treating, a woman at one of the first houses we visited said what a fun age Sophie was at for Halloween. And then she said, "And fun for the parents, too."
I reflected on that an hour and a half later as we were driving home. It was so much fun to be a kid again. It was so much fun to see Sophie get that sparkle in her eye when she realized what all that trick-or-treating business was about. It was so much fun to hear her repeating "twick or tweet" over and over in her adorable voice. It was hysterical when she belted it out at the second to last house with some author-i-tay.
It was so much fun that I am so sad we have to wait a whole year for it to come around again. But this time, Halloween, I'll be ready for you.