on the actual day we went to ryan's sister's.
she was brave. a little too brave perhaps.
this weekend i looked at that pile of orange and black. the hat with the dangling spider, the stockings, her skirt. i got choked up. wiped a few tears.
this will be their last year wearing these costumes. the memory of buying that sweet witch costume with my mom at UTC. the debate between the dragon and the pumpkin.
this will be the last year ryan will be able to carry nizzy the entire time. maybe the last time she will eagerly hold my hand as we go house to house.
it's funny that i thought she was going to be scared. and cry. and i ended up being the one who did that.