For years my aunt hosted an annual Halloween bash. We’d leave our homes in Washington, Colorado, Alaska, and Idaho–boarding planes, hopping in cars, to make our way to her home in Oregon. Over the course of a weekend, we’d snap a bazillion photos, eat too much, laugh ’til it hurt, and otherwise have a grand time.
But the little people grew up (as they are wont to do). And it became clear our parties were destined for the memory box . . .
Not so fast home skillet.
That’s right, another to-do is afoot. My mum and I shall leave today, as a matter of fact . . . costumes and haystacks in tow.
I can hardly wait to see the faces I love.
In the meantime, I have a bag to pack, and a few party favors to wrap.
With that, a safe, happy weekend to you. Here’s hoping you’re heading for a celebration all your own . . .