Day 2

Halloween was never my mom's favorite holiday till the makers of Snow Village started making Halloween stuff.  Then, she loved it.

Growing up, I only vaguely remember going out and trick or treating.  What I remember crystal clear is dumping the candy on the floor of our living room and my mom sifting through to make sure there were no razor blades in any of the candy bars.

That I remember.

So it's odd to me that Blake is like the Halloween king.  He loves this day and dresses up with gusto.  Evan did too, but not the same way Blake loves

it.  When he asked me Tuesday if he could have kids over, I couldn't say no.

Even when Toby was chirping in the background about all the rain we were getting.  100% chance of rain... possibly a thunder storm.  Did you see all the green coming our way?

But I kindly ignored him, because I can't say no to things like this that I know Blake will remember when he's a dad.  He'll remember that we let him make a big deal about it, simply because he loved it.

He'll remember Halloween and all the goofy costumes he thought up the day before... and playing in the rain... and laughing so hard in the basement I could only imagine what they were doing.

Day 2:  Today, I am grateful for being a mom.  And not just a mom, but a mom who tries really hard to make sure they are going to have memories in the future.  I want them to look back someday and know that nothing was ever a sacrifice because it brought me just as much joy.

Today I got to bake, and fuss over a group of boys who sometimes don't want their moms around.  I know this time goes fast.  I've seen it happen with Evan... poof, he's 6'2 and all hair.  It seems like I spent so much time wanting him to grow up, and now I just want them to want their mom every now and again.  Today I actually got to do that again.

And it won't be until after he goes to bed that I'll look for the razor blades in the candy.

Or maybe just the stray Payday bar....