If you overlook the fact that Daddy was not with us then I guess you could say that, to my recollection, this Halloween was the best ever for my girls. They had such a fun time, more so than in years past. Here's why...
Where you live on post determines what school your children go to, just like most civilian communities have zoning that tells them what school to send their children to. We live in a housing area where our children should go to the neighborhood school closest to us. But a few years ago we chose to move Morgan from that neighborhood school to one in a different part of post, with school board permission. She's been attending that school for four years now, and Bethany went directly into that school last year for preK. It's a decision I've never regretted, though it means I drive them to and from school everyday, and that's just fine by me.
Anyway, because the girls attend a school in a different housing area than the one we live in they know more kids from the housing area that services their school, and know so few from our housing area. Taking them trick-or-treating in our housing area is never a huge thrill for them because they don't know the people whose houses they're going to, nor do they know the other kids on the street. Sure, it's fun because it's Halloween, but it's not a huge thrill. I know that now after witnessing what I saw in them last night.
I chose to take them to the other housing area, where their friends live, to get their candy game on. It was a huge hit! They walked door-to-door with their friends, loved seeing how their classmates looked in costumes, and giggled at all the freaky parents all decked out~~the same parents they see everyday running the PTO and volunteering in the classrooms. It was a hoot!
We missed James more than we can say, and had he been here, on his most favorite of holidays, we would've stayed closer to home and enjoyed the family time trick-or-treating together. But his absence would've weighed heavily on us had we stayed in our neighborhood, so we did something out of the ordinary that wouldn't make us feel his being gone quite so brutally.
I thought the girls looked wonderful and they truly were having the time of their lives last night. What joy it brings a mother's heart to see her babies giggle and grin, laugh and play, being with friends and being a friend. It's a gift from God.
Where you live on post determines what school your children go to, just like most civilian communities have zoning that tells them what school to send their children to. We live in a housing area where our children should go to the neighborhood school closest to us. But a few years ago we chose to move Morgan from that neighborhood school to one in a different part of post, with school board permission. She's been attending that school for four years now, and Bethany went directly into that school last year for preK. It's a decision I've never regretted, though it means I drive them to and from school everyday, and that's just fine by me.
Anyway, because the girls attend a school in a different housing area than the one we live in they know more kids from the housing area that services their school, and know so few from our housing area. Taking them trick-or-treating in our housing area is never a huge thrill for them because they don't know the people whose houses they're going to, nor do they know the other kids on the street. Sure, it's fun because it's Halloween, but it's not a huge thrill. I know that now after witnessing what I saw in them last night.
I chose to take them to the other housing area, where their friends live, to get their candy game on. It was a huge hit! They walked door-to-door with their friends, loved seeing how their classmates looked in costumes, and giggled at all the freaky parents all decked out~~the same parents they see everyday running the PTO and volunteering in the classrooms. It was a hoot!
We missed James more than we can say, and had he been here, on his most favorite of holidays, we would've stayed closer to home and enjoyed the family time trick-or-treating together. But his absence would've weighed heavily on us had we stayed in our neighborhood, so we did something out of the ordinary that wouldn't make us feel his being gone quite so brutally.
I thought the girls looked wonderful and they truly were having the time of their lives last night. What joy it brings a mother's heart to see her babies giggle and grin, laugh and play, being with friends and being a friend. It's a gift from God.
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I should have mentioned in my post how the girls were dressed so those of you who haven't seen them in ages would be able to pick them out.
Morgan is in the pink and purple Mulan outfit, and Bethany is the white kitty.
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