You won't find me in a costume on Halloween.
I love everything about this day. (Well, no, that's technically not true. Not everything. I'm not at all into the uber-creepfest or trampy-dressing part of Halloween. I am all about achieving a High Cuteness Quotient, but that's not important right now.)
And while I enjoy making costumes, I don't usually dress up.
I know. Is that weird?
But me? I'm just not the dressing-up sort.
And I'm usually not to be found in Halloween pictures (I realized this today as I was searching my archived Halloween photos and found that I was missing from most of them). That's probably just the control-freak in me who believes I'm the onlyone who knows how to effectively "capture" the moment. Or maybe I just
have latent scary-clown issues. Or it could just be that I always had those lame box-and-mask costumes
when I was a kid – not really worth even a snapshot, so I gave up on
the costume thing early on. (Whatever. I'll work it out with my
Besides, I like to be behind the camera.
It took us Cubans a while to catch on to how the whole Halloween thing worked here in the U.S. anyway. In retrospect, it's surprising that we (my Cuban family of origin) didn't get more into it. After all, we used to dress up elaborately for Carnival every year and we even used to dress in costume for birthday parties in Cuba. What was up with that? (This is just one of those things that I'm going to have to wait until I get to heaven to ask God about personally, because I'm certainly not getting any satisfactory answers this side of eternity. =D)
Once I got old enough, I decided to establish my own Halloween traditions, mostly for my kids.
I LOVE all the kids in costumes.
I love the preparations.
The carved pumpkins.
Tonight we will have a houseful of young people.
We'll feed them mass quantities of age-appropriate-young-people-Halloween-food.
There will be lots of sweet goodness for dessert.
And my people will be dressed in fabulous costumes.
I'm going to be… The Photographer. (I crack myself up.) 😉