Devil's Day

Halloween weekend. All Hallow’s Eve.

I hate it.

I like the chocolate part. Obviously. I loved dressing up as a kid and I love seeing the cuties now all dressed up in lion, tiger, and bear costumes. Oh my. (Oh, come on, I couldn’t let that go).

I do not, however, enjoy dressing up nowadays. I’m just not that creative. M loves Halloween. More than Christmas. It’s not for the chocolate, though (it would go straight to his hips). It’s not for the spookiness (he gets scared at nothing. I’m fairly certain K scares less easily than he does). He just loves to dress up (in a completely non-creepy way, let's just clarify that). Every costume he wears, save for his Ron Burgundy one (my personal favourite), shows off his body. He gets into character like no one’s business - I think it's the actor in him. This year, he and K dressed up as Mr and Mrs Smith, dressed in white shirts and underwear. I’m sorry to say that it wasn’t K’s idea to dress in basically nothing. It was all her boyfriend’s.

They looked great, though. K rocked the dark hair, despite being blonde. Hey, K? I hate you a little bit for looking better with dark hair than I do. All said with love.

I digress. For Halloween, I went to visit my bestest, J, as she was FINALLY home from school. As well as being my best friend, she’s pretty much my other half and my non-blood related sister. Not having her just an hour away was horribly lonely. Shout out to J! Love you doll!

(I’m just so full of love right now).

J’s church family gets together every Halloween for a party, playing music and handing out candy and hot chocolate to neighbourhood families. I was lucky enough to join in on the festivities this year, and I even somewhat dressed up (well, I wore a wig, black clothes, and adorned my face with dark makeup. That’s my version of dressing up). My heart melted at the costumes of the younger kids, and stopped when I bumped into a particularly freaky looking costume worn by one of the older kids. I had some great laughs with all of the fantastic people that I know in J’s town. Never have I felt as welcomed somewhere I don’t usually frequent as I do when I visit J and her (biological and church) family.

Once kids started coming around for Halloween treats, I stepped back and watched the kidlets frantically reach for their candy, desperate not to be lost in the fray. I thought about how wonderful it will be when I, one day, have children of my own to dress up in cute costumes and take out trick or treating.

Okay, that’s a bit of a lie.

I watched the Dads. Please don’t judge me. I mean, the kids are cute and everything, but I'm in my 20s. I'm not dreaming of my future kids. I'm ogling the hot Dads, and there are a LOT of young Dads out there that just so happen to be the ones that take the kiddies out. The wives may have been with them, but I didn’t really search for them. The Dads walked by, all doting to their kids, and I was seriously attracted to them.

Okay, it’s not like I would ever pursue a married man, nor would I want to date to someone with a child, per se. I’m just saying that there’s something about seeing a man that’s great with kids that is really attractive. And that’s not a bad thing.

However, I may or may not have smiled at them a little more slyly than would be considered appropriate.

What?

Hugs and Kisses,

Bella