5 years, 6 months.
It made perfect sense that you would be a unicorn for Halloween this year; because when you’re a little girl in Kindergarten… of course you would be!
And your costume was perfectly cute on you.
However, the day before Halloween, you were shopping with Mommy, and found a sleep mask to go over your eyes; like your brother uses at night.
That sleep mask evolved into you taking it upon yourself to invent a creative costume for this year:
So when we went trick-or-treating and people would ask, “And what are you, Sweetie?”
Just about every time you were asked, you had to correct them:
Not Sleeping Beauty.
They all loved your costume!
7 years, 11 months.
It was supposed to start raining around dinner time on Halloween. I really hated that for you; that it would be nearly impossible to visit many houses on the one day each year we attempt to visit every neighbor in our neighborhood with their front porch light on.
Amazingly though, it was perfect weather outside; for any day of the year, actually.
It was about 66 degrees and the wind was barely blowing.
Not to mention, more neighbors were giving out candy this year, compared to the previous Halloweens we’ve lived in our neighborhood.
We literally visited every single house with the light on.
And when we got back to our own house, there was no room left in your bucket, even for another pack of Skittles.
Maybe your dinosaur costume scared them into giving you a little more candy this time?
2 and a half years old.
During the past week leading up to Halloween this year, your brother and I kept reminding you, “Okay, Holly, if you want to get candy, you have to wear your ladybug costume…”
Therefore, you practiced wearing it every couple of days, just to get a good feel for it.
We went on to teach you the secret special phrase, “Happy Halloween!”
You grasped the concept quite easily.
Your brother even made a special deal with you right before we went trick-or treating, that he would give you his chocolate candy if you would give him your sour candy.
At each new door in our neighborhood, you proudly smiled and said those magical words…
One neighbor even gave you an extra pack of M&M’s, simply because of your cuteness factor, after he already gave you two other packs.
And no, the Mickey Mouse Band-Aid on your favorite wasn’t because of a cut. That was just you being you.