Can I just say that it is a little bit creepy to be designing my own headstone, especially the week of Halloween? So weird. And since it is mine as well as Kendall’s marker, I’m really over-thinking every part of this, wanting it to be “just right.” Personal but not cheesy, representative of both of us, not anything that feels trendy or won’t wear well…. decisions, decisions.
Well, we got through Halloween in this year of firsts. Halloween was always much more Kendall’s holiday than mine. I lost count of the number of Halloween prizes he won at work for his clever and funny (and often pulled together the night before since he said he was most creative under pressure) costumes. Kendall was always in charge of doing pumpkin carving with the kids and made some pretty impressive ones over the years. I confess that I simply didn’t have it in me to do it this year, and my kids muddled through that tradition on their own while I was at work.
We also managed to find several candy options that were both gluten and dairy free. So there was that. I suppose I did put in some minimal effort with the holiday. Attended the neighborhood trunk or treat. Took Darren and Clara and some nephews and nieces trick or treating, went to a family Halloween party. I even dressed up. Well, sort of. I wore all black and was, of course, a “black widow.” Ha.
So, one holiday down in this stream of holidays chock full of memories and traditions that come all bunched together here at the end of the year. Huzzah?
