Trick-or-Treat

There is a magical moment when the light bulb turns on for a two year old on Halloween when it all makes sense. It's usually about the third house that they realize the awesomeness of trick-or-treating. I have witnessed this magic moment three times now and sadly, since Julia is my littlest princess, that's the last time I will watch this little moment of childhood bliss through the eyes of my own child.

It is one of those precious moments of parenting perfection that you never forget and never get back.

Every time we walked away from a house on Halloween night, Julia would say, "I want to trick and treat again!" She had the same enthusiasm at every house we went to.

I was even more grateful for the fact that while trick-or-treating through our neighborhood, Julia refused to hold my hand as she chased her sisters down the sidewalks insisting, "I can do it by myself!" She was exactly right, she could! While I would have loved to hold her tiny hand, I am beyond blessed that she didn't need me to.

I think God knew exactly what he was doing when he gave Julia two big sisters to chase. Keeping up with them has proved to be her best therapy.

Unfortunately, we didn't have a great October at the Kennedy Casa. We were a sickly bunch. But, this last weekend everyone was feeling better. We made it to the Dallas Arboretum to see the "pumpkin houses," to church to see Gracie sing for Choir Dedication and we had a fantastic Halloween. It was a beautiful weekend and I am thankful that we are all healthy again.

I need to say thank you from the bottom of our hearts to Ashley AKA Aunt Tinky, Emmy and Memaw for the helping hands and dinners this month while I was recovering from surgery and the girls were sick. October was a bumpy ride for us and you all made us feel loved and supported.