Over the past few years, Halloween had become a favorite holiday for Jake and I. We loved seeing all the little kids dressed in their costumes. We talked about what it would be like when we had our own. When we moved into our current home, it was quickly apparent that we would have tons of trick-or-treaters when we realized the fire department had a Halloween stop right across the street from our house.
Last year was the first Halloween without Jake. I raced home from work and put on his hockey jersey. I had my decorations up and turned on the Jack-o-lantern lights and began passing out the candy with a smile on my face. I can't count how many kids made their way to my door. I sampled the candy while I waited for the foot steps on my stairs. I was doing well until a man who looked like Jake carried his 1 year-old little girl (who was dressed as a flower) to my door. I kept it together while they were there, but had to close shop right after.
This year I went out and bought more decorations. And although I still miss him terribly, I know he would be proud of how far I've come. I've already prepped the candy bowl and have my replenishing bags ready to go. I'll have my knitting on the porch to give me something to do in between batches of kids. So I'll race home from work tomorrow and put on Jake's jersey so he can pass out candy with me.
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