“Pick me up twelve times without letting go, then when I say 13 put me in bed and lie next to me to read the Magic School Bus.” Her voice has been raspy from a cold, so the words sounded extra cute.
“13 times?” I yelled, giggled and tickled her. “Why so many? You are going to break my back.”
“Because it’s your favorite number, of course.” She sounded like a little grownup.
And I teared up like a baby. You are probably wondering why, huh? Well, today was one of those days when most things didn’t work the way I wanted them to. I couldn’t find the pot I needed to brew a special tea. Time kind of flew out of my hands and I didn’t have the house cleaned in time for a cleansing. My altar is not the way I wanted it for today. At the post office, I had to remind myself—more than once—that eye gouging the clerk sounded like a good idea in my mind, but it would probably be too messy.
Then, I breathed and closed my eyes. I thought about the way my Piano Man held me when we danced this morning. I opened my eyes, smiled at the post office clerk, and waited until the poor frustrated man figured out how to work a scanner.
My Piano Man and the Little Princess picked me up, and we went from the post office to the public library—I needed Tennessee Williams’ Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. I was able to check out the last copy. On our way back, we played Simon Says. I lost almost as many times as my Piano Man, even though I tried to cheat. The Little is just too good.
My Piano Man went to work. I added a few hundred words to my work in progress. The Little Princess pretended that she was writing a book, too. Her book’s title was Hallow’s Eve. The story said something about pumpkin chili, pumpkin picking, frog costumes, dead people and chocolate eyeballs—yes, she is a little goddess after my own heart. She pretended to write her Halloween story on a book about Bible myths.
I am amazed by the things the Little Princess picks up. That is the reason why I got so emotional when she asked me to pick her up and drop her in bed 13 times. I love the fact that she remembers my favorite number… and All Hallow’s Eve …and that she says things like “Let’s make a ghost hunt for Daddy! It’ll be hilarious! Or apparently, scary.” She loves big words.
I was a bit sad this morning and this afternoon, too. I didn’t think I would have anything nice to share at the Witches Tea Party under a Halloween Moon. I’m deliriously happy to tell you that I was wrong. I have so much. Here are 13 bits of visual proof which say that my family and I are brewing tradition under an All Hallow’s Eve Moon:
|Two tea mugs and a creepy cup, three tiny pumpkins, pomegranate, apple, cinnamon, |
fallen leaves, chocolate eyeballs and a painted ghost
|Pomegranate, chocolate eyeballs and my tea mug|
|My Piano Man's tea mug, more chocolate eyeballs and a juicy apple|
|A ghost haunting one of my plants|
|A ghost haunting the piano and trying to scare a massive Jane Austen collection|
|A ghost haunting the Little Princess' plant|
|Our dinning table set for tea. And a bag holding the Little Princess' All Hallow's Eve gifts|
|Same table, a little closer...|
|Now close enough to see Oma Linda's "Not Quite Right Heart," a skeleton holding a pumpkin, |
a little witch with a bubbling cauldron, a ghost, and a few other friends
|A bar of homemade verbena soap, which I'll use to cleanse my hot self later.|
|The verbena soap without the wrapping, isn't that pentacle just gorgeous? |
And it smells good enough to eat, but I promise not to.
Thanks so much Tamara and Simply Soap!
|A pumpkin drawn by the Little Princess. I love that it has suns for eyes and cherries for teeth!|
|Happy Halloween Little Princess style!|