She was pretty cute, a bumble bee. Last year we only had one trick-or-treater as well—Ethan kept asking where he was last night. I pretty much love my pumpkins (thanks mom!) and am keeping them out of the rain so they last well into November. I got the votives at Kristen’s witches party a few years ago (Kristen, please move back soon—you throw the most fun of parties), and I whipped up the tablecloth the other night. The back is a shimmery orange to keep the porch decorated though Autumn and the OSU football season. We borrowed a projector from Ethan’s mom and I cannot stop using it. I hope the neighborhood at least enjoyed our spider friend.
Halloween was always super fun growing up in Halfway. A small town pretty much means you can knock on any door and we knew which houses our parents should drive us to. I have a picture in my head of a group of us roaming downtown all dressed up, blood check, witch check, candy check! A few years we were luckily enough to have it start snowing on us. I say lucky because it was the magical kind of snow, soft and quite and full of wonder.
Once back home Joby, Sarah and I would sort our candy, trade for favorites and all the Snickers went to dad.