What a perfect Halloween we had!
(I am going to post longer tomorrow).
I am exhausted, and all I want to do is
lay my head on my pillow next to my Mr. Nielson.
I'll probably tell him how thankful I am for my life-- our life together,
our children, our love, and the beautiful traditions we have
with our wonderful children on this beautiful earth.
I might cry.
But then we will probably laugh about tonight after trick-or-treating,
when Oliver sliced his hand while opening up a box with a knife,
then he turned white as a ghost.
Then he legit fainted when he smelled the cooked
pumpkin seeds on Jane's breath.