MotherMade

The Little Tree Family

This year for Halloween we got all dressed up in our leafy greens and hit the town as the Tree Family. Both Billy and I were Oak Trees, and Reesie our little Acorn. As usual we partied until the wee hours (you know, till like 7:45...pm) at the Tandem Coffeehouse. Cait and I had put together sort of a baby pumpkin patch kind of a swarey... for the little ones and their folks. A warm, cozy, glowy vibe where we could all hang out inside, out of the weather and sip warm sips of a bevy of bevies (translation: coffee, coco, and spiced cider galore) with our little babies all decked out... As Acorns, Garden Gnomes, Pirates, Livestock and of course plenty of Pumpkins. It really was a lovely time. Halloween has never seemed more fun to me and now, even special. I loved making Reese his first costume, It's like everything you do for them has more meaning then anything you would ever do for yourself... It's not like I wouldn't dress up in years past, it is just that in years past, not every stitch was sewn with pure love. Did that sound weird? Am I making any sense? I know I am not getting this quite right... for as much self love and nurturing I have for myself, which I am not lacking... And am now starting to sound a bit arrogant and full of myself. What I am trying to say is that I love life, I do and I mostly always have... I think things are fun and I enjoy doing all sorts of stuff for myself and others... But never has it ever felt so pure, selfless yet gratifying and unconditional. I mean he had no idea that he was looking especially adorable because of me and my stiz-nitchery... he could not have cared less- he truly was none the wiser. But none of that mattered, because it never does with them... No expectations- everything for them is done out of the realest love you have in you and that love just makes you want to do your very best. I love that! The feelings he brings out of my heart are incredible and un-convayable-- unless you have one of these little gifts of child yourself, and then you know what I am talking about, and I can just shut it on up now, because I am getting weird and rambley and emotional. But aren't we mama's and papa's so lucky though?