What you don’t see, when you’re not looking…

Last night we had a wonderful, wonderful Halloween. 

Complete with all the running, anticipation, and consumption that Halloween should hold.

As I looked down the street our children were several houses in front of us, I knew everything, everything…

Was as it should be….

You see I’d had a strange day.  But that story is for another time.

Let’s just say it was hopes, dashed away.

But this story, is theirs, it isn’t mine.

From house to house they bounded,

streets they crossed with no fear.

Laughing, running, it was.. Just as it should be.

And then it got dark, and then it got better.

We split forces, and we really did conquer.

The children were in the midst of the joy that is unbounded freedom, limitless possibilities.

As we split, I took the smallest of our crew back to the house.

That left the oldest with their Uncle Mike.

When they got home, Mike delivered a story that told so much more than what he said.

He told us how as they were headed back he told them they could have a piece of candy, but he wanted them to give him their wrappers.

In one pocket he pulled out the wrappers the boys had given him, there were two wrappers, from two boys.

In the other pocket he pulled out about ten wrappers, from one little girl.

It was the most beautiful way to describe our Vivian, that little story allowed him to see her in the way you would only be able to see her if you weren’t looking.

I was so proud, so proud of her and so proud of her Uncle Mike for getting that glimpse of her, and for being willing to notice it.

What a great night.

This song conjures up the right sentiment.

Old Pine from Ben Howard on Myspace.