It’s Halloween, and this means only one thing in our house.
Well, two things if you include all the costumes, candy, and assorted ghoulishness that most people think is the main focus of the day. We like that stuff too, particularly the candy. We get a lot of trick-or-treaters at our house every year and we always try to buy slightly more than we give out, particularly of The Good Stuff (i.e. Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, which everyone in the house can actually eat as they contain no tree nuts or gluten and only acceptable levels of salt).
Reese’s: the king of candy.
No, that’s all background here, since the main event is Lauren’s birthday.
She’s hitting her Wisconsin Quinceanera, which would look more impressive with the tilde over the n but which we find just as festive either way. This year there will be friends over to hand out candy to the younger kids, pizza to fill up their starving teenaged bellies, and probably more laughter than is recommended in these parlous times but what is a celebration for except to run roughshod over such recommendations, anyway?
Eventually we’ll go out to dinner to celebrate, just within the family, but that won’t be tonight.
It always amazes me how my daughters have grown into such fine people. Maybe it shouldn’t. It was all there from the beginning. But we celebrate anyway, because that’s what should happen.
Happy birthday, Lauren.
I’m proud of you.