Our Little Flower

Our idea of trick-or-treating with Savannah included visiting my grandmother at her nursing home.  We hadn’t been to see her for a while, so I thought today would be a great time to visit, especially since Savannah was dressed up in her costume! 

Every time we visit, Savannah is the star of the show.  All the ladies love to greet her and comment about how pretty her blue eyes are.  My grandmother gave her a little scarecrow on a stick, which kept her amused for quite a while.

My grandmother would love to hold her the entire time, but Savannah doesn’t last too long on laps these days.  She gets squirmy quickly and wants to be on the go on the floor.  Luckily, my grandmother also had a doll that resembled a Cabbage Patch. 

She played with it for quite a while.  I tried to tell her to be gentle with the doll, but she preferred poking at her eye.  I guess I have a lot of training to do with this girl when it comes to being gentle with babies!  🙂

After we left the nursing home, we went across town to visit my aunt and uncle.  They go all out for Halloween.  I’m not sure how it got started, but even now that my cousin is out of the house at college they still make a big production of it.  We were curious what they decided to do this year, so we stopped in for about 20 minutes to survey the scene before it got too spooky.

  
We managed to get my aunt and uncle out of character long enough to take a picture of us before we left. 

On our way back home, we passed all sorts of trick-or-treaters coming down our street.  We rushed inside and turned on the light so that kids would know we were giving out candy.  We had a lot to give out and as much as I love leftovers, we needed to get rid of it!! 

While we really aren’t huge Halloween crazies, I couldn’t help but get a little emotional at certain points throughout the afternoon and evening.  I found myself looking down at our little flower crawling across the floor or cruising along furniture and felt like I needed to pinch myself. 

It really has nothing to do with this particular day, but more of an overwhelming gratefulness to the Lord for giving us this precious little blessing that we had prayed for and dreamt about for so long (I also couldn’t help but imagine what precious little costume Andrew would have been wearing if he were with us).  I don’t take a single one of these memories for granted and look forward to making many more!  I know I’ll be a basketcase by the time we get to Christmas day!  🙂