circa 1987...maybe this is why I dreamt of growing up to be a cheerleader
Today I saw a little girl on the street dressed as Harry Potter, Hedwig under one arm and her quidditch broom in the other, and for one fleeting moment I remembered what it felt like to not be able to sleep the night before out of sheer excitement. Eyes tightly closed, willing morning to come just a wee bit sooner.
Happy Halloween. Here's to many more nights where morning just won't come fast enough.