This weekend and Seven

Wowzers! 

There’s nothing like having Halloween on a Sunday night, because you know that the festivities will start on Friday morning.  For us, Monkey had a his annual pre-school parade.    

Bogie didn’t want my mom to go back to work. He wanted to go to her house.

Then Saturday night, my brother and his family were in town, so we headed to our neighborhood church’s Trunk-or-Treat.

Papa handed out coins to this band of trunk-or-treaters.

Sunday was a big day for us. It was the first time our church got to meet in our brand new building and then on Sunday night it was Trunk-n-Treat time.

It makes me laugh with these big smiles and giddy faces. If you only knew the drama we had trying to get Bogie to wear his hat and vest. The Sheriff star, bandana, and over coat, and cowboy boots didn’t make the cut.

There were nearly a thousand kids along with parents at our Trunk-n-Treat.  They had 105 cars decorated, ready to pass out candy, bouncers, games, and food.

Monkey’s teachers were there passing out candy. I love seeing other people, especially people in our church, loving on my kids. This is Miss Abby and she truly LOVES Monkey.

And others, volunteering their time and talents so my kids could have a great Halloween.

So precious and memorable.

 

This is not a great picture, but I was just moved that these young guys, who were young and good-looking and probably had ten other places to be, chose to serve their church’s children and pass out candy. Seriously, I hope they are just as blessed by the time they have kids.

By the end of the night, and only about 80 cars into it, my boys were wiped out; dragging their candy bags along.

Now, onto the SEVEN part of this forever long post.

Today is Mr. Dunbar’s and my Anniversary.

Seven years.

Seven very short and fast years.

I married the best guy ever. I did.

He’s the patient one.

He’s the kind one.

He’s the caring one.

He’s the steadfast one.

He’s funny and cheerful and he picks up dog poop and wipes kid poop up.

He even runs to the market 3 times in 2 days for me.

I think I’ll keep him for at least another seven years. Or maybe seventy, he’s worth it.

I love you Mr. Dunbar.

Here’s Year Six, and Year Five.

~mrs. dunbar