My stomach was in knots on Halloween for a couple of reasons. As I was pulling out my crazy red wig I couldn't help but miss my old hood. It was this unexpected icky pit feeling that just zinged me out of nowhere. In Minnesota they just did it up big. One of our neighbors pulled out all the stops and had a huge party every year. It was so fun to see the costumes, and dress up incognito for one night.
We walked the streets with our stand in "family". We'd peer into all the houses...letting the kids run wild and free. We'd bundle up with long underwear, gloves, scarves...hats over our ears. The weather was unpredictable and we could be battling wind, rain...snow. It was adventurous and memorable. We loved it...every minute.
This was me as a wannabe punk rockin' Jesus Freak (in color the wig is red..and I had a fake nose ring in earlier) and my honey was a crazy mountain man...or something like that;) The jacket is his dad's Army coat. He wears it for sentimental reasons.
Anyway I instagramed this pic and people thought this was us when we first started dating!!! Someone even said his hair was probably what drew me to him;) I about DIED laughing. DIED! I'll have to hunt down an early picture of us. We were 16. SIXTEEN! Good times...good times... Have a great weekend friends.
843. making new traditions
844. Heath bars
845. house hunting with a friend
856. cracker barrel with my sugar sistas
857. brandee's baby is coming!