Halloween is one of my favorite holidays. There is just something so cozy and reminiscent about sitting on the front porch as dusk sets in while hearing the sounds of children’s squeals of delight as they pop out of their homes all costumed and anticipatory.
My husband and I, and our Bichon-Poo dog, Rosie, do this every year together. Surrounded by the orange glow of plastic Halloween lights that trim our front door and the candlelight that peeks from the expression of a crookedly carved pumkin, we sit in our rockers and wait for the magic to begin. “Trick or Treat” we hear from tiny tots and pubescent teens. “Say ‘thank you'” comes from the voice of parents who smile wistfully as they remember the magic they felt not that long ago.
Trick or Treating only last for two hours, but it is such a special time for my husband and me. We spend much of it sharing our childhood memories of Halloween. We compare our taste in candy, while sampling each brand we have in our bowl. With children no longer at home, we dote over our dog, who we dress in costume each year. It’s a night of simple joys, simple things.