Every year, for the past ten years, I’ve taken a picture on this rock in our neighborhood for Halloween. When I told my kids that this was the first stop on our schedule because it was “tradition,” I got, “Mom, you say that about everything. The photo with the cousins for July 4th. First day of school. Last day of school.”
Which is when I told them that they’re lucky my biggest pleasures in life come from taking pictures of my kids.
A few previous years on the same rock (and there are more at the bottom of this post:
Madeline kept going back and forth about what she wanted to be for Halloween, and by the time she finally landed on being a bunny, it was a bit of a hunt to find the right pieces. Which was mostly fine by me because I’m not a huge fan of off-the-rack costumes. I may or may not have already started saving ideas of costumes she can pull together for next year.
Her school had their Halloween parade first thing in the morning, and luckily a friend managed to get awesome shot above of Madeline before she saw me in the audience. Every time she sees me, she breaks out of the line and comes to tackle me with a hug, so I can never get a good picture.