October 23, 2013

For years my husband has raced home from work early on Halloween night so that he, our two boys, and I could walk the tree-lined streets of our neighborhood trick-or-treating together. Over the last 15 Halloweens with kids, we’ve hauled costumed infants in baby carriers strapped to our bodies, pulled toddler tricksters in wagons in case they got tired, and watched our boys race from house to house as fast as their little legs could carry them. We never took these trick-or-treating marathons for granted, knowing that one day they’d be too old for it all and our candy-collecting chaperone duty would be over.