"It's said that All Hallows' Eve is one of the nights when the veil between the worlds is thin - and whether you believe in such things or not, those roaming spirits probably believe in you, or at least acknowledge your existence, considering that it used to be their own. Even the air feels different on Halloween autumn - crisp and bright."
Halloween itself fell on a Tuesday. A very cold Tuesday but at least it was dry. I spent my lunch hour readying our space for our boys and our guests. I picked up some cupcakes, grabbed some paper plates on sale, and warmed hot chocolate in the crock pot for the very first time.
When the boys came home from their school parties, they were already on a sugar high, and we ate an early supper while awaiting the trick-or-treat hour to begin. We had festive peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, ghost bananas and pumpkin oranges... and set out a bucket of candy in preparation for our very first trick-or-treat night in our new neighborhood.
This would actually be the very first Halloween that we would spend in our own neighborhood. Having lived on a busy street before this, we always visited our friends and family's neighborhoods on Halloween nights, and this year, the simple act of placing a bowl of candy in our entry way for door bell ringers made me feel so happy and thankful and content.
Promptly at 6:00 we took to the streets, meeting up with our cousins and making the rounds. The boys lasted about an hour, which is actually longer than I anticipated considering the temperatures, and our favorite house was right up the street with its fire bowl in the driveway to warm our hands and its dancing lights and festive displays.
When the kids had had enough, we all gathered back in our home for hot cocoa out of the crock pot, Spookley the Square Pumpkin on TV... and pumpkin buckets full of candy.
It was a good night and a good first Halloween in this new cozy home of ours.
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