I remember rubbing my belly last year as I greeted our Trick or Treaters, looking forward to dressing up our little guy. There are so many things I wanted for him, and Hallowe'en is the least of it.
But still, it stings we're going to be seeing little princesses and super heros tomorrow, and we'll have no one to show off at the door. I think about what we might have done, taking him to visit each of his grandparents for a little door-to-door action and some cuddles... But instead, we'll hand out candy and hold back tears. I am hoping (a lot) there won't be many babies on parade tomorrow.
One thing is for sure, Jack would have made one hell of a cute bat.