Halloween 2011
In 2011, my little Owen announced he wanted to be a tree for Halloween. Not a superhero. Not a pirate. A tree.
So we put him in brown sweats and tacked little felt leaves all over him, and he was thrilled to death. He was the proudest little tree in the forest.
Honestly, I shouldn’t have been surprised. This is the same child who, a little younger, sat beside me on the porch one afternoon and said, very seriously, “Mom, from now on I want you to call me Seaweed.”
To this day, we joke that Seaweed is his nickname. He just hasn’t ever actually gone by it.
He has always been the funniest, most wonderfully himself little person, and that felt-leaf tree costume is still one of my favorite Halloweens ever.
The best costumes are rarely the fancy ones. They’re the brown sweats and felt leaves, worn by a kid who believes in them all the way.
Happy Halloween, friends. 🍂
Love, Rachel
