What a perfect Halloween we had!
I am exhausted, and all I want to do is
lay my head on my pillow next to my Mr. Nielson.
and 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.
We'd probably laugh about earlier after trick-or-treating
when Oliver sliced his hand opening a box with a knife,
and then turned white as a ghost looking at all the blood.
Of course, we all ran to help him, and he legit fainted when he smelled
cooked pumpkin seeds on Jane's breath.
I've never laughed harder.