I got some candy this afternoon, but haven't passed any out yet. For some reason, no one Trick-or-Treats on my street. It's a short, little hill street, and people just seem to skip it. Every year or so I'll get a couple small groups, so I feel like I have to be ready, just in case. But usually the candy just sits on my entry way table until I nibble it to death.
Fortunately, candy sounds repulsive to me these days, so I'm not worried about eating what the non-existent Trick-or-Treaters don't take off my hands.
Of course, my primary thought this Halloween is how different next Halloween is going to be.
I will, knock wood, have an almost five-month-old.
It's hard to imagine.
Will it be a boy? A girl? What will he or she look like? Will I get a costume? How much sleep will I be getting? Will he or she be laughing and smiling? Sitting? Have a favorite kiddie song? Favorite toy?
Most importantly, how utterly and completely in love will I be?