I’m afraid to say there are many things I don’t like much. Crowds. Chaos. People wearing
costumes. To me, Venice carnival is what nightmares are made of. See where I’m going here?
Yeah, I don’t like Halloween.
And no, the title of the post is not a mistake.
I LOVE Halloween.
Let me explain a bit more.
My son Massimo was born on October 16th. Toward the end of the pregnancy, I would walk around, and everything was simply beautiful. Orange leaves and ribbons were on doors and shops. Sweet treats waited to be picked. Overexcited children ran around choosing who they wanted to be for one night.
A different energy whirled around, and as a first-time mom-to-be, it was way too easy to make it mine. I mean, the entire town prepared to welcome my son. Kind of a big deal.
So, I still don’t like Halloween, and sure enough, you won’t find me at Port St Lucie’s Town Square with other thousand people wearing weird clothes and drinking too much.
I will take my son to trick or treat, though, because he’s the cutest and very picky with treats so later in the night, we'll sit at the kitchen table and I get a LOT of stuff he doesn’t eat. Win-win.
He was Iron Man last year, with overstuffed pecs and all. This year he might go for Spider-Man, but it’s still a decision in the process.
As for me, last time I wore a costume was nine years ago, and I was a honey bee. A very
dignified costume, too, since I used a black dress and added little wings and antlers. Cute. My husband was a vampire with red contact lens and a hell of a lot of white makeup (that I applied while freaking over his eyes).
And there's my story on how I love, and honestly dislike, Halloween.
His Midnight Sun
Tormented, fierce, and broken, sculptor Aidan Murphy has judged himself guilty. He yearns for love but pushes everyone away. He longs for acceptance but has lost the key to open his heart. Until he meets Summer Williams. Beautiful and smart, Dr. Williams promises haven for a man who believes he deserves none. All he has to do is let her in and risk his heart and soul.
Summer’s managed to keep her inner light alive, even through tragedy. She’s created a new life for herself and her daughter in Crescent Creek with loving, caring and fun friends–well, except brooding, breathtaking Aidan. She’s used to keeping away from his type, though. All she has to do is ignore the pull of a man who’s turning up to be much more than snarls and storms. Will her compassion and medical instincts let her?
Love can heal a broken soul and shake up a timid heart. Or it can unleash devastation and a thirst for revenge.
Will Aidan and Summer survive the storm?