One moment, I’m immersed in the delightful aroma of chopped leeks and Yukon gold potatoes simmering in vegetable stock, and the next, I’m hit with a spontaneous burst of go juice, prompting Dave and me to jump in the car for a surprise outing to treat Evelyn to the new Paw Patrol movie.
Dave and I strategically calculated that we had an hour to spare for dinner preparations before our friends arrive. While at the movie I nodded off, but in my awake time loved watching the kids clap, and jump and down at their seats.
Our much-anticipated annual Halloween party is officially on the calendar! It’s the time for pumpkin carving, donning creative costumes, and reveling in all things spooky and fun. Just to jog your memory, last year, I transformed into a flower-power hippie, the year before that, I channeled my inner Wilma Flinstone, and even further back, I embraced the role of a butcher (while our little 11-month-old Evelyn was a pink, adorable pig).
Now, with Evelyn dazzling as a dragon, my mind needs ideas about what Dave and I could dress up as to complement the theme. If you have any suggestions, feel free to share them. With only 30 days left until the big day, I’m eager to order (or perhaps even make) our costumes in the next two weeks. Let the Halloween costume brainstorming begin! 🎃👻🐉
After our delicious dinner, as we all cozied up on the couch with our two friends and one of their kids, Dave and I decided it was the ideal time to update them on our preliminary plans for a potential move to Georgia. However, as often happens when this topic arises, I found myself withdrawing into my thoughts, grappling with uncertainty. I looked around at our incredible friends, took in the coziness of our charming house adorned with fake spider webs and oversized spider Halloween decorations, and the warmth of the propane fire illuminating the deck. I thought to myself, “You can’t leave all this.”
So, once our friends bid us farewell and it was just Dave and me, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I said, “We can’t move, okay?” Dave, understanding the only response in that moment was “okay,” nodded and said, “OK.” He gets it, and he allows me that moment of doubt. Thankfully, it only takes a minute or so before the uncertainty passes, and I return to my usual self.
A self that knows she needs a good night’s rest because tomorrow, I’ll likely be replacing wood boards on our deck’s overhang.
Goodnight, everyone! With love, Jaclynn
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