Come on guys.. you didn’t think I’d forget about the Halloween Bucket, did you? The most treasured tradition of all our Halloween traditions? Heck, maybe the most treasured of all our traditions, period, exclamation point!
Let me remind you, we recently moved. To a different country. Across an ocean. We let go of and wept over many things we couldn’t bring with us when we left the Dominican Republic. But do you know what was packed in suitcase #1… the Halloween Bucket (and Christmas. Yes, I literally packed Christmas into a suitcase.)
We had no idea the bucket Husband haphazardly bought for a fundraiser would be such a roller coaster of emotion. We didn’t imagine how sad we’d feel when it was stolen or the absolute elation we’d feel when we got it back. And we certainly never imagined that it would become what it has become for us. What I know, is that my sentimental, nostalgic mom heart overfills with joy and happy tears every time I look at the Halloween Bucket pictures.
And this year more than any. This year it represents us – our expat, gypsy family – more than ever. It reminds me that a home isn’t four walls. It is the memories you build and the memories you take with you. And it’s the traditions you make out of moments that seemed small …that turn our to be anything but.
