I didn’t have time to write this before Halloween…what, with the never ending laundry, dishes, diaper-changing, cooking, nursing routine around here… I am surprised anything else ever gets done at all. And, when I search my heart, I am o.k. with that.
But what I wanted to tell you on Halloween was a little story about dad and I. You see, six years ago on Halloween we went on a date. We had met for the first time a couple weeks earlier and set up a real date for Halloween. I guess you could say it was an enchanted evening…
After primping and preening and trying to figure out how women wear lipstick with out it smearing on their teeth and ultimately opting for just some lip gloss, I met your dad in Seattle. We stepped into an empty elevator and as it lifted us up the outside of the building, giving a great view of the city lights, your dad kissed me for the first time. And I think we were lost in that moment …stretching it … letting time move around us. And when the elevator stopped, we stepped into a whole new world…. a world we began building for ourselves.
The evening moved along in sweet fashion. We had a lovely dinner and took a cab to a little joint at the edge of Belltown in Seattle where we were the only customers. All the ghosts and goblins had gone on their way, apparently to cause mayhem down the street. We shared a bottle of wine and chatted for a couple hours, at least. And then all hell started breaking loose. The Halloween festivities got crazy that night in Seattle. People really did wreak havoc in the city. Cabs were a hot commodity and eventually our server drove us back to the starting point of the evening in her own car.
When the date was over, and we were set to go our separate ways, your dad got real serious. And it started to rain, which is normal for Seattle. He looked at me with rain drops on his glasses and said, “I want to do what it takes to make this work.” In that moment hundreds of thoughts raced through my head and they went a little like this: What the???? Huh??? Uh. Too soon. Too serious. Is he for real? What do I say to that? Um, ok. What the ???? But what came out of my mouth was, “So, do I.” And so, son, we did. And every day we continue to do what it takes to make “this”… this relationship we have… work.
So, there you have it… how Halloween got to be our anniversary.