My Halloween Decorations Were Destroyed
A Halloween Rebuilt with Love
Every October, our home glows with pumpkins, spider webs, and laughter.
This year, that magic vanished overnight.
Decorations were destroyed, crafts scattered, and even Jake’s homemade fog machine was gone.
The culprit stunned me: Jake’s mother, Margaret.
A video showed her laughing, saying, “Let’s see how she decorates next year.
Maybe now she’ll stop with that tacky nonsense.”
When confronted, she admitted, “Someone had to intervene…
I’m restoring class to this family.”
Furious but determined, Jake and I rebuilt everything.
The kids painted pumpkins, made paper bats, and crafted ghosts from old sheets.
Neighbors contributed decorations and cookies.
By Halloween night, our yard shimmered with crooked lights,
laughter, and music — imperfect but full of love.
As Emma whispered, “Mommy, this was the best Halloween ever,”
I realized what Margaret never could: beauty isn’t control or perfection; it’s messy, loud, unstoppable love.
