it was a blustery night. . .

. . . the night my Anders turned into an owl. We were visiting Harry Potter Land and upon returning from an impromptu bathroom break along a random dirt road, (Harry Potter Land had no public restrooms) I looked at Andy and saw his little lip quivering and his eyes filling with tears. He squeezed my hand and I assumed he was scared of all the spooks and goblins out that night, but instead: "Mommy I think we better go home now or the wind might blow all my feathers off." I love this boy. He was so attached to this little costume of his. I think maybe because he helped me glue it all together. Whatever the case, he adored his owl costume almost as much as I adore him.