One of my favorite parts of Halloween is opening the door and seeing all the little costumes.
You never know what’s going to be standing there.
A princess.
A dinosaur.
A superhero.
Something slightly terrifying that is somehow only three feet tall.
And I love all of it.
There’s something so fun about hearing the knock at the door, grabbing the candy bowl, and seeing kids standing there so excited about whatever they decided to be this year. Some are shy. Some shout “Trick or treat!” like they’ve been rehearsing all day. Some are already halfway through their candy before they even make it off the driveway.
But this year, I definitely had a favorite costume.
My grandson in his little teddy bear outfit.
Honestly, how are you supposed to compete with that?
He was absolutely adorable, and yes, I may be slightly biased, but I’m also pretty sure he won Halloween.
There’s just something about seeing your own family dressed up, especially when they’re still little enough that everything feels magical. The costumes, the candy, the excitement, the whole night has that chaotic, happy energy that makes Halloween so much fun.
By the end of the evening, the candy bowl was lighter, the door had opened about a hundred times, and I’d seen enough tiny superheroes and witches to last me until next year.
But my little teddy bear?
That one was definitely my favorite.
Grandma bias is completely allowed on Halloween.
All the best,
Tia
