Birthdays are for celebrating. And my beautiful mother just had her’s. And my house was full of love and laughter, as thirteen gathered around the table to say to her, ‘Happy Day’.
No stress around here, because we choose to embrace the good, the lovely. So food was made, and such yummy things too. Sister brings apricots and sage wrapped proscuitto, and a cheese plate of goodness, where the kids learn about pairing the chocolate with the cheese and apples. Brother brought a delectable box of hand crafted individual cheesecakes from a bakery in the city. Coconut Chocolate Cherry anyone? Perhaps you prefer seasonal pumpkin? Well, my dear, your wish is my command!
And we spent the night sipping Hendricks Cucumber Martini’s, ginger beer for the kiddos and a lovely assortment of growlers and wine.
How did I get all this goodness in my house, at one time?
And charades were played, which the little ones love. Where miming Black-Eyed-Peas and obscure US cities make for difficult guessing, but easy to laugh with, because that’s the reason games should be played. For fun. For joy.
And the kids were tucked into bed and the coffee is made as we sink in deep in the couches and think about love and life and the purpose of it all. I love how my family can get deep and heavy and the tears, well they come, and so do the tough questions and that is beautiful. Because that is real.
And soon ferry boats need to be caught and presents loaded in the car and hugs were given, generously.
These are the moments we live for, the ones where the lighting is dim and the only thing you can see is the good.
