10/31/2026
ποΈ Raise your hand if you saw a chicken and a T-Rex running down the road tonight. ππ¦
Yep. That was us. π
I was the chicken. Shane was the T-Rex. And let me tell you, running in an inflatable costume is its own kind of endurance training. Those little T-Rex arms did not help one bit, and I'm pretty sure the chicken set a new personal record for "most honks from passing cars."
But here's the heart β€οΈ of it.
Holidays are hard when you're in recovery. They're hard when you're in jail or prison. They're hard when you're far from family, or when the people you love aren't speaking to you yet, or when the memories that come with the season are heavy ones. Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, your birthday⦠it doesn't matter which one. Everybody else seems to be celebrating, and you're doing the hard work of just getting through the day.
So tonight we showed up with candy π¬ and a couple of ridiculous costumes. That's it. Nothing fancy. But seeing these guys laugh, pose for pictures, and cheer on a chicken and a dinosaur reminded me that the little things are never really little. A costume, a bag of candy, a few minutes of being silly together can say, "You're not forgotten. You belong here. We're glad you're with us."
Recovery is serious work. But joy is part of healing too.
Proud of this crew, grateful for this community, and already plotting next year's costumes. π§‘π