Today is Halloween. Yet another one of those holidays, milestones.
I do like Halloween and dressing up. I wish Brett and I actually dressed up more for it. We always say to each other that we should be Morticia and Gomez from “The Addams Family” some year. One day Cara Mia, one day.
We had an annual tradition at one of my former employer’s to dress-up. I had a colleague who had awesome costumes. One year he was an outhouse. It was epic. This was my costume (below) from two years ago as Darla from “Finding Nemo” that won the annual contest. Loved this costume. I did so much research and looking at stills of the movie to try to get it accurate. Went to the thrift shop to find the purple sweater. I had the “Rock ‘n Roll Girl” decal to iron on but it just didn’t work right so I had to scrap that part. Had to make do with a paper clip and rubber band for the retainer…wish I still had my headgear. That would’ve totally completed the entire outfit. That was about two cans worth of orange hairspray. Note to future self: don’t ever use that again. It gets everywhere.
I had all of these dreams and expectations for what these holidays, like Halloween, were going to be like with a baby.
Emmett should be like six-weeks old. We had these huge plans to do a family costume this year and go as part of the team from Marvel’s “The Guardians of the Galaxy.” Brett was going to be Star-Lord. I was going to be Gamora (I was a bit hopeful I would be able to fit into her skintight outfit one-month after delivery). Emmett was going to be a sassy Rocket Raccoon.
We were going to go trick-or-treating with our godson’s family as he dressed up as a little scarecrow and his older brother was Darth Firefighter (he can’t decide between Darth Vader and firefighter, which I totally get, since both are awesome).
Instead, it’s just going to be us again. It’s cool and everything. We love hanging out with our godson’s family. But, there just should be someone else who should be there with us tonight as we head out and enjoy the spooky fun. In my heart, I’m going to know someone is missing who should be with us. That’s how all of these upcoming holidays are going to be. Just like there’s this missing puzzle piece.
I hope Emmett is dressing up tonight in heaven. He was going to be the cutest damn little Rocket Raccoon ever. I hope he gets a bunch of candy and enjoys it with all of his other angel baby friends. I hope he knows how much I think about him and miss him every day.