Yikes I can’t believe it’s been two years since my last Halloween post, I feel like I’m in the confessional. Halloween has always been my favorite time of the year. Maybe because I’m a fall baby, or love dressing up, or perhaps it could be all that great free candy, but no matter what, I always feel so nostalgic during this time of the year. When I was younger I used to make Halloween costumes with my best friend and we’d go around the neighborhood or to parties always trying to out do our previous costume. My mom always made a huge pot of meatballs and spaghetti on Halloween, and after a fun night of trick-or-treating, my six siblings and I would come inside to a warm house that smelled of tradition and family. I relished those moments every year.
When I moved to my first apartment in New York City, one of the first parties I ever threw was a Halloween party. It was awesome, and everyone dressed up, and spilled out into the streets in their costumes. But after that party, Halloween seemed to go into hibernation for awhile. I didn’t throw, or go to any parties, I didn’t dress up for years it seemed. Was I becoming a Halloween scrooge? I hoped not.
But like all good things that come around again, I met my husband, and we started a family. My oldest son was born in the fall, like me, and I couldn’t wait to dress him up for his first Halloween. Secretly, I couldn’t wait to dress up again myself, and he was just a great excuse. We spent our first Halloween back in my old neighborhood with my parents and my family. Halloween was back online, and that pot of meatballs and spaghetti was back on the stove…I was home again.
My husband and I eventually moved into a house of our own, in a neighborhood with tree lined driveways, and friendly faces. My husband and I made new friends, in particular one couple who love Halloween as much as I do. They have been inviting us to their annual Halloween party for the past three years, and dressing up has never been more fun, especially since I’ve dragged my husband into it.
My mom brings her big pot of meatballs and spaghetti to my house now, and my siblings come with their children to trick-or-treat around the neighborhood with their cousins. I only hope that when they come home from trick-or-treating, and enter their warm house, with the smells of comfort and family, they relish these moments as much as I do.
From this years Trump Family: Wishing everyone a safe and Happy Halloween!