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I love Halloween so much. As a child I remember getting all dressed up and going door to door collecting outrageous amounts of candy. My mother would go through it all with a fine tooth comb and remove the pieces she felt could cause me harm… In reality she removed the pieces she wanted to eat.
As I got older and it became lame for me to go trick or treating I started attending church lock-ins which were a lot of fun… especially since the object of my fatal attraction was there every year. Nothing was quite as lovely as being locked in a building with him for endless hours. And even though he would later call me a used car, I still hold those lock-in memories close to my heart.
Many years later, for my 2nd trip down the isle1 we chose Halloween as the date. It was originally made as a joke, more like a “haha, I dare you to” kind of thing. I was very very hesitant about it and so as a way to get out of it I told my future husband that I needed to check my horoscope and if it said for me to get married on the 31st, then I would. We shook on it and I went about my merry way pretty confident that it wouldn’t happen.
When October rolled around that year I went and bought one of those horoscope scrolls that tells you your outlook for the month. It listed all the days that were good to win money, to find love, and to get married. October 31st was the only day listed that month. I really thought that someone was playing a joke on me, but soon realized it was destined to be.
To avoid much drama between my families2 we decided to take a trip down to the courthouse and get married there instead. My father flew in to be our one and only guest/witness and spent most of the time before the nuptials trying to convince the groom that he should think long and hard about if he really wanted to get married. I wanted to knock him upside his head with my stiletto but the courthouse was not the best place to do that.
They kept us out of the courtroom away from the people who were waiting for their cases to be heard. The wait seemed to go on for hours and then we were finally called into the judges chambers where the ceremony was performed.
It was simple, lovely, and absolute perfection.
It’s been 12 years since then and it still makes me laugh whenever I think about the fact that I, the girl who was never ever going to get married, actually did it!
Anyway, I love this day and it means much more than trick or treating and headless horseman, or zombies and ghosts and all that other stuff. It’s just a good day!
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