She was a bit hesitant about leaving six behind, about growing up even a bit more, but the prospect of an actual birthday – complete with adventure, presents, cake and birthday cereal – was enough to offset the pain of getting a little older. In fact, a birthday count down had been going on for one hundred full days prior to the actual event. When there were only ten . . . then nine . . . and eight days to go, she could hardly believe it was finally about to happen. But happen it did, and today Goldie turned seven.
The day was full of Goldie plans down to the smallest details of what time she would wake up; the fact that the kids would not be allowed to watch Saturday morning cartoons (as they would be playing games with her); and dinner’s menu of: mashed potatoes and gravy, tomato soup, and bacon. We even had to make it to the school’s playground so she could show us the tricks she’d been doing (and we’d been missing) all year during recess. When I asked her, hesitantly, this morning if it would be all right for me to go on a run, she frowned, “Do you have to?”
I shrugged. “ I don’t have to.”
“All right,” she consented, “you can go for a half hour.”
I thanked her and went to change. When I came back, I said, “If I’m gone ten minutes longer will you be too sad?”
Then, in a burst of birthday giving, she told me I could go “for a whole hour!”
Generous girl. All in all, the day came off a success. Tonight she told me that she “couldn’t remember for sure” but that she thought today might have been her “best birthday ever.”
I love that girl so incredibly. She is so tender hearted and so full of love. It seems to me, when I look at her, miraculous that Mike and I had a small hand in creating the tiny bit of perfection and wonder that is Goldie. How incredible. How could I have lived 27 years with out knowing that she would exist in my world?