Traditions. I love them. I love the warm, comfortable and familiar feeling every year remembering them and all the years behind them with family and friends throughout the holidays. They are what is kept all sweet and hidden in our hearts- forever special only to us.
My mom has always enjoyed Halloween in some way or another. Not in a ghost and goblin way of course. (nooo, you didn't see her hiding with a mask on to scare anyone behind the cobwebs or whatever!) She had the house decorated fall-ish, we often did a crafty thing or two, and she always wore some sort of costume on for trick-o-treating. (This year she was "La Nana" with a lovely mustache and mexican hat/poncho...ole!) It was never just candy that she gave out- she was the "cool" house that gave out yummy Little Debbie cookies that are individually wrapped. And I can't forget her famous homemade chili made every year (that I have gradually grown to like...my taste buds have matured a bit I suppose ;-).
There's been a tradition of having the girls "match" for the past 10 years. The chili was made, the pumpkins were carved by the girls all by themselves this year, and the candy was piled up...and sorted into catagories/traded. (oh c'mon, you remember loving to do that!)
Being "coordinated" as cheerleaders, "The Princess and the Pea", kitty cats, fairies, Dorthy & Toto and this year.... a "98% good witch" and black cat.