Somehow, dressing up as a pink fairy with wire wings and an aluminum-foil wand doesn't stir the same excitement as it did when I was 9. (I'm speaking for myself. You might have a different take. :)
But that excitement re-ignites when I get to pass along a tradition and watch someone new discover the fun. Like, oh, when a new baby arrives, and Santa Claus is jolly and real again. Or when your roommate, an international student from Beijing, carves her first pumpkin on her first Halloween.
I picked up a pumpkin, the roundest, most perfect one I could find, at the Darden farmers' market this week. (Yes, Darden's very own market. So far, four vendors have come twice this year. The bread makers are my favorite. Three bucks for a blissful loaf labeled: "Crusty French. Flour, canola oil, yeast, salt.")
At home, I left Erin the gourd and a note. It read:
Hi, Erin! I am your pumpkin. My name is Jack. Please give me a face!
(So much more fun than if I bought one for myself!)
And tonight, Halloween, Erin carved Jack a face. He looks awesomely silly.
She drew on the eyes and nose and mouth. She scooped out his gooey innards. We even baked the pumpkin seeds with cinnamon and salt.
Here's Jack, outside on our porch, blazing a grin:
And we've still got Thanksgiving and Christmas to come!