Let's talk about this picture, shall we?
You can't believe I posted it? I can't believe I posted it.
But behind all embarrassing pictures, there's a good story, so here you have it.
It was our first Halloween together as a married couple. We lived in Sandy, UT, just down the street from my Aunt Diane and Uncle Michael. There was a Halloween party at church, and we had nothing to wear and no other plans.
"Oh, just come over to my place. I've got a bunch of old costumes," my Aunt Diane offered. "You have to dress up for the party."
I was instantly spellbound and giggly when she pulled out the pig costumes because a.) they were ridiculously funny, and b.) they were matching, and when you're a newlywed wife, you like the idea of matching.
I laughed and pointed and examined those costumes. I thought about what a hit we'd be. Will shook his head and laughed, too.
"I'm not wearing that," he said when I looked at him with flirtatious enthusiasm in my eyes. "No way."
"Oh, come on! It's Halloween. It'll be fun!"
"Nope. Not gonna happen."
Then I pushed him into our Aunt's bathroom and told him to just try the costume on.
I put my hand over my mouth when he came out. This was just too good. We were setting an amazing tradition of many spectacular matching family costumes to come. This was the beginning of a costume legacy.
We went home and somehow--I don't know how-- I got Will to put that costume on again. (True love, I tell ya, it's powerful.) Yep, Will got back in the pig costume. Before long it was time for the party. We got into the car and drove the few minutes up the road to our church building. When we pulled into our parking space, we just sat and observed our surroundings for a minute.
To our left, a couple had their kid perched up on the hood of their car so they could apply last-minute paint to his teddy bear nose. Parents: uncostumed.
Ahead of us a fashionable couple walked into the building--uncostumed.
No costume here. No costume there. There's not a full-grown costume in sight.
I looked over at Will. He looked over at me. I looked down at my udders.
"What were we thinking!?" I screeched. "I am not going in there! Let's go home."
"Waaait a minute," was his quick response. "We're going in there. You got us all decked out. You stuffed a pillow under my shirt, remember? We're going in there. It'll be awesome."
And suddenly we completely reversed roles; he caught vision of just how funny this scenario was, and I caught vision of how ridiculous we looked.
I obeyed and got out of the car, but he was forced to push/nudge/prod and eventually pull me into the building. I mentioned we were new in town, right? I'll leave the town's reaction to your imagination. It's probably similar to the reaction you had when you saw the picture. But just know that Will soaked up every last one of those laughs. Can't you just see it in his eyes?