Each year our church has a congregation Halloween party. All the kids dress up and we "ooooh and aaaaah" over the cute babies, laugh at the funny costumes, congratulate the inventive ones and silently mock the "what were you thinking" ones. Naturally, Norah was honestly the cutest one there. Everyone loved our little Indian.
However, the night did not go how I had in mind.
Our little Indian was pulling on her necklace, tutu, feathers...really anything touching her. Daniel captured the perfect photo to sum up our (my) evening.
Me: I made this damn costume and you're gonna wear it whether you like it or not
Norah: Nooo, No, No, No, NOOOOOO
Luckily as time went on, we let the little Indian run wild and that seemed to please her. Sometimes we just need to learn to let it go. I'm still learning...
By the way, I miss homemade costumes. I don't think I ever had a store bought costume growing up and hopefully, I can help my kids be imaginative with their costumes through the years. Because really, look how cute this is (and simple).
There you have it folks.
End of the night, all smiles. Well... one smile and a cookie. Good enough :)





