We had such a great Halloween. Last year, Nicky was a bit--actually, quite a bit--of a party pooper, but this year he really enjoyed himself and it was so much fun to watch. Chris and I loved walking him around our neighborhood in his wagon, imagining how much fun he'll have trick or treating these dark streets (there are no streetlights in our neighborhood), running with the groups of boys who passed us. When I think of the life ahead of him, well, it just makes me really happy.
After Nick went to bed (with his grandparents downstairs), Chris and I rallied ourselves out of the house in some last-minute costumes. We saw lots of crazy getups and felt a bit old, in the very best way. We travelled home with the leaves crunching under the tires, the windows down and the heat on our feet. Once we got there I picked my son up out of his crib and snuggled him, trying to commit to memory the exact weight, the exact smell of his warm, sleepy body. He was so exhausted he barely noticed.
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This just made me teary eyed! I've been places a few times and gotten home and could not help myself, I just has to pick Abigail up and love on her. Is it not amazing the love we have for these beautiful babies?!? I love the way you write! Love ya Mer!
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