I don’t like Halloween. I hope to hide this fact from you until you’re
old enough to a teenager; I don’t want to rain on your parade.
Really, though, I don’t like to be afraid. I’m not one of those people who finds it cool and fun and exciting to be scared. I hate being scared, actually. I don’t like scary movies. I have nightmares.
I would like to forgo Halloween celebrations for the rest of my life.
But… (imagine my long sigh here)
I love you more than I hate to be afraid, and when I got a note from your school about the annual Halloween parade, I couldn’t ignore it. I asked my Twitter friends where I could get a fun costume, and they told me what I already knew. I should sew one myself. I packed up you and your Dada, and we went to the fabric store.
Where I spent $45 on materials to make a costume so that you could celebrate my least favorite day of the year.
I know you’re going to love it. It will make you happy, and it will make your dad happy, and that makes me happy.
Happy Halloween, Dear Gracie.
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