It's Halloween. The night of ghosts, ghouls and sugar highs. Haunted houses appear in the middle of town and little feet go door to door begging for goodies that will have to be rationed out until Christmas morning.
Growing up, I thought it was one of the greatest holidays. Mom would make our costumes and we'd spend the day charting out our route. We'd bring home pillowcases full of candy and beg to eat it all right up until bedtime. It was (and still is) the perfect kids holiday. The fact that it was my parents anniversary never crossed my mind. I mean really, when you're 8, you can't even imagine that anyone would get married on the scariest day of the year!
Now that I'm all grown up, their anniversary seems to define the day for me. Maybe it's my age. Maybe it's just that I don't have any little ghouls at home waiting for their plastic pumpkin to be filled. Or maybe, it's that I now appreciate what it takes to stay married. Whatever it is, Halloween will never be the same.
Happy 41st Anniversary to you both! And I hope you each got at least one piece of candy :)