As a child, Halloween was not celebrated in our household.  People who hear me say that are shocked because they had envisioned me with all kinds of glorious hand-sewn costumes stitched up by my sewing machine genie mother.  Aside from the fact that we didn’t celebrate it due to religious beliefs, it wasn’t a childhood activity because we lived in the country on a farm on a busy highway that will take you all the way to the Mississippi; no children were going to come to our door and we weren’t going to be able to walk to anyone else’s door.

I don’t have regrets about that.  I feel like I still had quite an enjoyable, successful childhood despite the lack of halloween costumes in my closet.  I understand why my parents chose what they did for our family and I respect them for it.

That being said, I am a grown-up now and I do enjoy a good little round of trick-or-treaters.  I have all kinds of ideas for cute little costumes for my someday-children.  I love the Kit Kat just like the next person.

So we had a girls porch party at my best friend’s house and we were grown-ups eating cheeses, crackers, and grapes (yes, very Roman of us!) and sipping hot apple cider as the children gathered candy.  It was magical, even if maybe only for the reason that we were more invested in each other than the cute children in their costumes.

And after the littles came and went, we took the party inside where we sank into the couch and talked some more.  Jobs, someday-children, education, relationships, and even carpet shampooing.  We may have snuck a bite of candy into that somewhere, but who is counting calories on a holiday?

So even though I’m late on the draw, Halloween is gone by 3 days, and the candy choices are now slim pickings in the candy jar, I hope you had a happy one anyway.