Most days, I love that my kids are older. I'm past the stage of school musicals where my kids never sang. I'm past the stage where they throw food and I'm past the stage of trying to work while listening for eerie quiet (which with boys, always means trouble!)
But I'm not past Halloween. I miss their precious faces going out for candy -- the year they first discover, "SERIOUSLY?? SOMEONE IS JUST GOING TO GIVE ME CANDY WHEN I KNOCK ON THE DOOR?"
I even miss when they cried over costumes I worked on forever wailing, "My costume is from the garbage can!"
Tonight, we'll huddle together to give out candy to the younger generation, but I still see my babies. This morning, I woke up Jonah and I told him, "Johah, you used to wake up and make me feel like the Queen of Sheeba with your smile in the morning. Now, I could be the grim reaper."
If you have youngins, take lots of pictures. It goes so fast.
I found my favorite Halloween picture of Elle. The girl rejected princess from day one.