Halloween is over, it’s over in the literal sense because it’s November 1st and it’s also over in the metaphorical sense because my three kids are all well past the ages where their costumes made my heart sing.
We could hear them as they approached last night. Little feet slapped the sidewalk as if the speed in which they arrived to the door was the key to unlocking the treats that were waiting to be handed out. Even after the door closed their high pitched squeals of delight and exclamations of, “WOW, they gave out BIG candy!!!” echoed throughout the cul-de-sac.
And I was struck for what feels to be the zillionth time in my adult life by how fast the time flies past. In my minds eye I can still picture the various costumes my own wore when they were itty bitty, the dinosaur, the red hot chili pepper, the bumble bee… They drift past me now as if on a parade float, so close I could almost touch them, yet not all at the same time, instead I half-wave as the image of them fades into the dark.
I am reminded that these are the treasures I carry with me–from the nestled baby tucked in my arms moments after birth, to the sight of our middle son taking his solo journey away from us after we said our last goodbye’s in the parking lot of his new college this past September–each memory is pure gold.