Yes, I very much love Trick or Treating and I am so glad my kids do as well.  We aren't really that house that does a lot of decorations, we don't go overboard on pumpkins, our costumes are lately a lot cheaper and less thought out than they were when the kids were younger, but boy oh boy do we love our trick or treating.  There have been some questionable years, Trick or Treating in a tiny Yukon village (turned out to be a ton of fun), trick or treating 12 days after a c-section (it broke open...oops), and trick or treating just a week after being released from the hospital after a two week stay.

Tonight we got ready and went to see the grandparents, we ate pizza supper with our friends, then headed out with a nice group to get our loot.  The weather was gorgeous, the rain had dried up earlier and the temps were pleasant.  We had a blast.  On our way home we stopped at the crazy decorated house J loves, then we did my childhood street that gets barely any trick or treaters and my neighbors love to see the kids coming.




We come home and dump out the goodies, arranging them into piles and fighting over who gets what.  I claimed the can of vanilla coke!!  The kids are now tucked into bed exhausted, each got to eat a tiny bar and a little bag of chips but are already planning on what they are gorging on tomorrow.

My step counter says I went over 12,000 steps and so I too am having a little bar and a small bag of chips, and a glass of Bailey's while I lie in bed and feel good about tonight.

A small little voice told me this was the best Halloween ever while she hugged me tight around my neck and I smile, I remember that this is the good that comes with all the hard of parenting and it makes me revived and ready to parent again tomorrow.  Memories I can never recreate and memories I will cherish.