First Halloween(but mostly just a cute moment)
Tuesday, October 31st, 2000
“Look at you, my little one!” Harry cooed, bouncing Sage on his hip as they danced. “Do you know what today is? Or how old you are?”
Of course, Sage didn't know either or things, or respond in anyway more than giggles, but that was okay. They weren't expected to.
“It's Halloween! And, in two days, you'll be five months!”
Sage laughed more and Harry though it was just the most perfect sound ever. “Do you know where Halloween came from?”
“Da!”
“No, not from me, lovely....Halloween originated from the Celtic Pagan holiday Samhain and Catholic holiday All Saint's day. In fact, many wixen still practice Samhain instead of Halloween. I celebrate Halloween, but it's okay if you want to celebrate Samhain or something else, or nothing, when you're older. I won't mind.”
“Dada!”
“Yes, Pumpkin?”
“Dada!” Sage repeated, poking Harry's cheek with their right index finger.
“That's right, Sage. I'm Dada.”
“Dada!” Sage smiled, melting Harry's heart.
“You sure do like that word, don't you? I like it too....I love you, Sage.”
“Love!”
“Yes, Sage, I love you. Love, love, love.”
“Love! Dada! Love!” Sage giggled, moving their body as they usually did when excited or just plain happy.
“You are just adorable. You know that, right? Absolutely cute as a button.” Harry tapped Sage's nose at 'button'.
“Dada!”
“Dada, dada, I know, dada. It's so fun to say, isn't it? You always sound so happy when you say stuff, I love it.”
“Love!”
“That's right, kiddo. Dada loves you, dada loves the way you speak, and dada loves how happy you always are.”
“Love!” Sage squealed. “Dada!”
Harry couldn't help but hug Sage tight against him. His perfect little Sage, an angel, if he believed in them.
This was the best decision he had ever made.