We have made a minor attempt at decorating. Mostly candy, and mostly diminishing by the day. Iris and I split a York peppermint patty this afternoon—in bed, watching Oscar Wilde adaptations, naturally. Carl is in charge of eating the Kit-Kats, since wafer things have never appealed to me. Although I suppose technically we should be saving some of the goods for trick-or-treaters.
Halloween is the last holiday we get to experience for the first time in our new digs. Hard to believe it’s almost been a year since we moved. I was organizing pictures yesterday and came across one of myself early last February after we assembled the crib, my belly more than filling the shirt I’d borrowed from Carl. It took some effort to really remember what it felt like to be that heavy and achy and swollen and out of breath and inward-focused.
And then it all came tumbling back.
What a crazy, busy year.
And now that it’s almost over, how spooky fast it all went.