Another month of birthdays is upon us.
If we count the birthday of the good old US of A, we’ve had two already!
We spent the 4th at my mom’s house, eating hot dogs and watermelon. My dad came over as well and the early evening found all of us at a fantastic kid’s play area.
Normally, by bedtime on a Trevorless day, I’ll admit I am pretty much done. There’s not much that can make me say, “You know what? It’s already an hour past bedtime, but let’s just hang out a little longer.” But there was something in the air that night. Niko had been asking all day why we couldn’t go see fireworks, and I kept reminding him how scary they are for Coraline (to say nothing of Romilly!) and how late in the evening all the shows start. Here they were, all in their PJs ready for bed. I knew the noise would keep them awake anyway, and I heard myself say something quite out of character for this weary mama, “Do you want to go outside and see if we can see any?”
And did we ever! We got a good half hour long show, standing right there in our driveway in the cool of the evening. There were fireflies all around and bats fluttering overhead. Even our two noise-sensitive girlies enjoyed it for a while, then quietly snuck inside to read a book when they’d had enough. It was a magical night, and I was thankful for the tiny prompting to enjoy my children for a little longer than scheduled that day.
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On the 4th of July 7 years ago, I was already in labor with this girl:
She didn’t actually arrive until three days later on 7/7/07 at about 7:25 in the evening weighing 7 lbs 15 oz. Apparently we were even in room 7 by the time we were having visitors, though you couldn’t prove it by me. This 7th birthday, in any case, is a very special one indeed!
The day was filled with not-all-birthday-related things: a morning visitor from a realtor to get a ball-park estimate of the value of our house in case we ever decide to move, an afternoon speech therapy evaluation for Delia, which Bea decided to come along to.
But then there were some presents, and there was McDonald’s for dinner. Just when we thought it couldn’t get much better, there was a surprise visit from Aunt Paigie just in time for cake and ice cream, followed by a movie of the birthday girl’s choosing.
This girl is easy to celebrate. She is sweet and thoughtful. She rarely stops talking and most of what comes out of her mouth is absolutely hilarious. She is a rule-follower and a rule-enforcer – a good sort of kid to have around, unless you happen to be one of her siblings bent on naughtiness! She picks up bugs with her bare hands, and, bless her, expects me to be excited about them. She wants to tell everyone about Jesus, and the way she can talk, I believe one day she just may.
Happy birthday, Bea! We love you so very much!