October 31

Between drop-offs, the Halloween parade at school, Isaac's class party, and the mailing of Box Tops, it was a busy morning. A giant spider on the living room ceiling and a broken front door lock added to the excitement, too. But this evening saw the craziness settle into a sweet level of comfort as we suited up and hit the streets for trick-or-treat time.

In case it's not clear, we have Luigi, a Colonial Girl --who became Bo Peep when someone made the suggestion--, and a Ninjago dude. I made a very late-game decision to be a Crazy Cat Lady, but a dearth of stuffed cats and a bounty of stuffed canines meant I was a Crazy Dog Lady instead. Go figure. But I digress.

As we walked, Adam and I did as we sometimes do on special occasions: we remembered. And in this case, we remembered the six different Halloween costumes Logan wore during his time here with us, from a pumpkin at the tender age of three months to Finn McMissile at five years. And as we watched his siblings go from house to house and listened to the chorus of well-mannered trick-or-treats and thank-yous, we smiled at the memories we're blessed to hold in our hearts -- and over the ones that have yet to be made.