There are days when I miss Halloweens in Utah. Back when the girls were little we always dressed up as witches to attend an event called witches night out at Gardner Village. I blame my mother-in-law for getting me hooked on this tradition, and every time I see my friends with their daughters going to this fun event via social media, I have to admit I get a tad bit jealous!I'm glad that my mother-in-law and Sierra still try to make an effort, and dress up as a witch with crazy hats, and attend. Gardner village will always have a special place in my heart. It was the place where I first discovered everything crafty. It was the place where I bought my first piece of furniture. Looking back at some of these photos brings back so many memories of my first night out dressed as a witch when Chelsea was a baby.
Times have certainly changed since the last time we were here. Now I here they charge for parking, and that the crowds get larger in each year. It definitely has become a momentous event where everyone in the salt lake valley goes, and it's totally worth it. There is so much fun in going. I remember dancing to the macarena, and the girls joining in with Sierra behind me, and Lexie in the front having no idea what she's doing!
I remember walking down the village, and having a giant monster on stilts following us. I was surprised that he (or she) didn't scare the girls! They actually wanted to take a picture with him (or her.) I'm sure it was a he though!
I couldn't believe how much fun I had on this night. I remember how tired I was earlier that day, and how I didn't really want to go, but how excited the girls were knowing that the place we loved shopping so much allowed you to dress like a witch for one night to have loads of fun. I couldn't say no to their sweet faces, and I'm so glad I went. I remember how going to witches night out brightened the dark cloud that was lingering over my head that day, and how I knew I had to make the choice of continuing it to damper or uplift me. So grateful for choosing the latter, and that I snapped out of the depression I was feeling that day.
And even though this little baby at the time would exhaust my days, she sure put a lot of smiles on my face. Especially on this night. I couldn't find her a witches costume in time so she was my little snow white for that evening. It was perfect because she definitely motivated me to have a good time with her big sisters on witches night out.
Hoping to reenact this photo of all of us dressed as witches someday. Preferably in Utah at Gardner village. I don't think Chelsea would want to be snow white again though.