Costumes of Halloween's Past

I did NOT forget to blog today. I normally write posts the day before but this week felt like it would never end, and last night I was exhausted, emotional, and had no idea what to write about.

I wish this had been a better blogging week but you win some, you lose some. 

Regardless, I thought it would be fun to share Rooney's costumes from past Halloween's. 


Rooney's 1st Halloween she was Liz the Lizard and I was Miss Frizzle from Magic School Bus. I LOVED this costume and scored her costume at Goodwill for cheap. Ahhhh chunky-cheeked baby Rooney and this terrible, blurry photo. 


Another Halloween, another terrible blurry photo! I snagged this Elsa costume at Walmart on Halloween, about an hour before trick or treating...those were the days. She loved it and hated trick or treating...and I'm pretty sure it POURED rain. 

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Rooney's third Halloween I DIY-ed these Cruella and Dalmatian costumes and was pretty proud of them. I even considered dyeing my hair black after using the spray stuff for my costume.


Last year, Rooney rocked a DIY Peppa Pig costume that I threw together the day before Halloween. We had just gotten to Florida and were staying with my parents up until the wedding. She looked SO cute, she loved the costume, and I was pretty proud of how it turned out. 

Happy Friday!

Grief & praise music.

I planned on writing about grieving tonight.
This is my first experience with true grief and I had the intention of sharing what it has been like.

I’ve written and erased so many words.

“How are you doing?” is the ever asked question that feels impossible to answer. 

I’m sad. 
I will continue to be sad. 
I lost my son. 

There are many, many moments where I am face to face with someone
saying “I’m okay” because there aren’t tears streaming down my face. 

I’m sad. (and I’m okay)
I’m exhausted. (and I’m okay)
I’m heartbroken. (and I’m okay)
I’m angry. (and I’m okay)

These are all the words I’ve got in me tonight. 
Each day has felt harder than the one before, which I didn’t expect. 
And later this week, or maybe next week, I will have more to say.
I will have more eloquence than I do right now. 

Praise music has been saying all the words that I can’t seem to get out.
All the words I want to feel, I want to say. 

So I sing them, hear them, and sometimes even turn the volume down and ignore them.
But they are still there and still true.