The day after I returned,Chad, Kristina and the girls whipped up a memorable birthday celebration.
Lobster salad for lunch together in Essex, then Chad and Poco took me to Art in the Barn, while Kristina and Maggie headed for home. Party planners.
Poco and I chose a gold beaded necklace. It hangs like a hug around my neck. Extravagant thoughtfulness. Chad said, “We wanted to do it up since it could be your last.” The quality of mercy is strained, with some.
We hurried home to their house, where Kristina and Maggie’s efforts said,”Party!” There were party hats, a balloon and a pin that designated me, “Birthday girl.” In the center of the table stood Maggie’s creation, a cake, made from scratch by this eight year old Grand. I looked at it with envy. None of the layers tilted nor sank and the homemade frosting covered the top and all sides. Usually, I’ve had to find creative ways to hide my culinary flaws. Not so for Maggie.
All looked eager to light the candles. All Seventy-Six! They covered the entire top of the cake. Chad, before the lighting ceremony took place asked,”Did anyone get a permit to build this fire?”
They make getting older about as fun as it can be.
After the candles and cake, the hugs and happy hoopla, the time came for me to drive home and walk into an empty house. So quiet. Alone.
It’s in those moments of adjusting from what was to what is that I remember God’s birthday gift, “I will be your God throughout your lifetime—until your hair is white with age. I made you, and I will care for you. I will carry you along and save you.” (Isaiah 46:4 NLT)
Full of gratitude.
God’s good company.
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