Trish just e-mailed these pictures from the La Patera “Hat and Mask” Parade and it brought back memories of all that was going on last year. We weren’t around to see this:
Miss Grant did a brilliant job incorporating curriculum in the affair. What’s Halloween without kids dressing up as “The Water Cycle”?
All observed by one cheerful spectator and another perhaps more ambivalent.
It seems that part of the preparations for Halloween involves discussion of what one did and wore last year, which makes me quickly aware of contrasts. Last year, we were just coming to grips with the fact that our quick little open heart surgery with the four weeks of recovery was turning into a more indefinite stay. I remember Trish scrambling a bit from a distance to help Oma and Opa get the kids costume stuff together. I remember the drastic shift one felt in leaving the quiet struggle of the ICU and finding oneself in the revelry of Westwood. I remember thinking how this unexpected holiday in the hospital was a planning glitch (instead of the first of several we spent there).
It made me wander back to an old post from last year and filled me with gratitude over the ground we’ve covered. I’ve seen so many more moving examples of parents who summon the toughness I was seeing for the first time when I wrote that. Rest assured, having missed last year, I’ll relish the fun that the simple ritual of dressing up and walking around the neighborhood brings for the kids, but many of our friends around the country whose celebrations will bear unique touches due to unexpected circumstances won’t be far from my heart. I pray that there would be unexpected beauty and encouragement for these special kids and their families. Owen, I’m so glad you should be home in time to trick or treat. Josiah, Moriah, and Stellan–grace and peace (and maybe some contraband candy) to you and your parents. Come home soon!