It was 6:30 am on a chilly Saturday morning. The neighbourhood was still in slumber when the de Souza household started stirring. Enthusiasm and anticipation filled the house as we geared up for the big day. Soup was warming up in the slow cooker, the lovingly made bunting was being folded and packed away, the packets of ghost pops, suckers, chomps, hot chocolate were piled in packets at the front door, the kids were putting on their new winter attire and looking their best for the birthday guests and before we knew it….it was time. The car was packed, the cake balancing on my lap, the slow cooker in-between my feet, the boot jam packed with boxes of vetkoek, juices, balloons, champagne and two delightful kids strapped up in the backseat with huge grins on their face arguing over whose party it was. We all knew it was Ethan’s but we entertained Zoe and nodded our heads when she informed us it was her party too, winking at the party boy letting him know we know, it was his special day.
It was undeniably a very special day! Birthdays are meant to be celebrated and it was a celebration of the best kind for a nine year old boy. There were friends, family, presents, lego cake and then throw a ice slope and bum boards into the mix and you have a whole lot of fun. What more could a little boy ask for?
The only incentive I had for the kids to abscond their bum-boards was to declare it was time to sing Happy Birthday. I know most kids familiarize that with it being cake time and I had their attention in no time! The ones that were half way up the slope increased their velocity so they had one more slide, the ones who were at the top already, shoved themselves with extra vigor and the ones who had reached the bottom when they heard my call hurled their bum-boards to the side and ran for the cake table.
Crowds gathered, kids eyed out the sugar coated cake, Zoe squeezed her little body so she could be next to her big brother so as not to miss out on any of the attention, the number 9 candle was lit and the singing started. With each Happy Birthday that was sung the sparkle in Ethan’s eye grew brighter and his confidence dazzled as he egged us on for more. This child of mind loves being in the spotlight and in all fairness he deserved every bit of it for being such a star this year.
In a blink of an eye we were saying thank you and farewell. Our bellies full of chocolate cake, our boot full of presents and our hearts full of gratitude to those special and extraordinary people that took time out of their weekend to spend a few hours with us to celebrate his ninth birthday party.
I am thankful for the mess to clean after a party because it means I have been surrounded by friends. ~Nancie J. Carmody