We woke up to grey sky. My heart dropped. It was a little chilly too. My heart hoped. We decided to stay optimistic and start the preparations nevertheless. Blow up the inflatable baby pool, check. Setup the gazebo, check. Hang up the slip slop décor, check. Pick up the cake, check. Package the party favours, check. Get the birthday girl ready, check. Time for the party, check.
Guests trickled in. The Beach boys reverberated in the background. The sun was making it’s grand appearance.
Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you To Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama Key Largo, Montego baby why don’t we go Down to Kokomo
Old and new friends mingled. Both young and old. The kids had a ball in the icy blue pool splashing, dunking and dive bombing. The girls caught up whilst sipping fruity sangria and home-made ginger beer. The boys bonded around the braai which emanated smoky smells of good old South African boerewors. The birthday girl was in her element and which little 3 year old wouldn’t be? The array of colourful bags filled with all sorts of birthday goodies, sweeties galore, ice-cream cones, chocolate cake, an array of little people to play with, two loving granny’s to laugh and jump with on the trampoline, charming guests who sang happy birthday to her…it was a good day for her. She told me it made her happy. My heart was still.
The sun was on our side. It scorched down for most of the afternoon and just before dusk we heard the distant sound of thunder. It was a welcome sound after a hot sultry day. Guests took that as their cue to pack up and good-byes were ushered as cooler boxes were packed into boots and weary kids were strapped into car seats.
The chaos and madness any birthday party brings is worth every minute when you see the smile on your children’s face.