My Halloween Decorations Were Destroyed Overnight — and I Knew Exactly Who Was Behind It
When the night of the party finally came, our yard glowed again. Maybe it wasn’t as perfect as before, maybe some things were a little crooked or handmade instead of store-bought, but it was filled with something more important than perfection.
It was filled with love, laughter, and the pure joy of children who’d rebuilt something broken.
Friends arrived with their kids in costumes, neighbors brought treats and cider, and the sound of giggling and music echoed down the entire street. Someone set up a speaker and played Halloween songs. The fog machine Jake rebuilt actually worked better than the first one.
