Halloween

A little late on the typing, but here is my Halloween blog:

My daughter feels like a princess today. A cinderella-fairy-princess, to be exact. That makes a dad feel good. Likewise, she doesn't fear Halloween decorations ("spooky!") and she self-rations candy. Daddy's favorite holiday seems to sit well with her! She went from dead asleep to a sprint for her costume when we said, "it's Halloween."

I still get giddy excited about Halloween. I have to remind myself that it isn't all about me. My job is trick-or-treat escort, costume repair tech, and shoulder-ride chauffeur.

I do long for costume parties and bands. One of my favorites was when Dr. Wife and I dressed as a gypsy and Zorro, respectively. We ventured up to Sacramento and spent the evening swing dancing in costume to Lee Press-On and the Nails. But those years are done for now, I think. Maybe again when Miss Neverpoop is off partying with her own little buddies.

So this year, I forewent the costume and donned a Jack-O-Lantern shirt that my girl picked out for me and watched as she sprinted gleefully, plastic pumpkin in tow. A bittersweet joy, because I wanted to be ringing the doorbells, too, shouting "trick-or-treat!" and hoping for gummy bears.