It was a lovely simple celebration, sushi at the birthday girl's request and the family tradition I somehow invented of a cake-mix Angel food cake iced with whipped cream and decorated with sprinkles (I used to use gumdrops but traditions can be tweaked). An aunt came by with a baby cousin (Ree-Ree! Beebee Fanky!) then baby cousin's daddy joined us later (Jesse!), each one greeted with an eruption of delighted excitement.
Well worth the trip over, in other words, although now I'm anxiously eyeing the weather, thinking about tomorrow's trip home, wondering how much snow and ice there'll be on the very hilly drive to the ferry.
That's tomorrow, though. Today, we'll work our way around the Grey Cup Parade crowds to pick up Nola and hang out with her for a few hours, maybe squeeze in a visit with her mom and dad, maybe see another little family for a second visit. Last night our son and daughter-in-law joined us here for dinner with an aunt and uncle visiting from out of town. Yesterday, I made a foray into some of the big sales, decided I'd forego possible Christmas savings in favour of peace, save my energy for the marking that I'm sneaking into the weekend's corners. All the good kinds of busy. . .
It's a rather prosaic post, this, isn't it? But honestly, aren't those the best pleasures, the simple, everyday, domestic ones, the ones we so easily take for granted. Watching my adult son and my beautifully pregnant daughter-in-law chat with their aunt and uncle across the table last night, my son all handsome and, not surprisingly (although it still does stun me, occasionally, this magic transformation of the eight-year-old who used to twist my curls in his fingers while he told me about his day) full grown (having most of 3 decades behind him!), a witty and bright and polite and thoughtful human being.... As the commercials say, in comparison to all the stuff I could have bought in the sales yesterday, these moments are priceless.
And now I'm off to see how slippery the sidewalks will be for a run. I'd planned an 18-kilometre route for this morning, but we'll see.... Have to keep the limbs in one piece for some six-year-old fun later....